For you to fully appreciate my situation, I want you to know it was 7:45 in the morning.

So the mom I work for daily sent me to Walmart AND Publix. Because she won't eat meat or produce from Walmart. It's literally the same farms that distribute to the two places. It's the same food. But I digress. I had to haul a two-year-old to Publix for the fresh food and then Walmart to save money on everything else.

Anyway, as we're out and about I see the Chevron with the little Coke polar bear sign and I decide to give the two-year-old her very first experience with a Coke Icee, an ESSENTIAL ingredient to a happy life. Yes it's 7:45 in the morning but screw this we're having gas station slushies.

We go in and I get the red and blue striped cup and a plastic lid and fill that sucker to the top. I excitedly offer it to the 2-year-old. She starts acting out and refuses to taste it. She's stomping her feet and jerking her head away and making these growling noises (which are such a bad habit of hers but I CANNOT BREAK IT). I say, "Fine, you're not getting it," and walk away, because 99% of the time this makes her act right. This time is the 1%. She kind of smirks like she wanted me to take it away. It's this whole ordeal and she's still acting up and I have to drag her because she won't walk with me.

I'm aggravated that this is the irrational human I literally spend nearly all my waking hours with, but not overly aggravated, because now I get the Icee. I pay 99 cents for it. We get back in the car after I pump some gas.

2-year-old: I want it

Me: You want what

2-year-old: The drink

Me:

Me: You're not getting it

2-year-old: *starts crying* But I want it

Me: YOU ARE NOT GETTING THIS DRINK. YOU PITCHED A FIT IN THE STORE. YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE. NOW IT'S MINE. WE'LL TRY AGAIN ANOTHER DAY BUT TODAY YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE.

2-year-old:

2-year-old:

2-year-old:

2-year-old: *sniffling* Okay

(I ended up granting her one sip but I drank the rest of that thing right in front of her as we shopped and she just kind of watched me and occasionally put in a sad, "But I wanted it.")