Every morning, Dave or I put a container of milk in Krew's diaper bag to take to daycare. His daycare lady, Eileen, then puts the milk in her fridge and gives it to him to drink throughout the day.
This morning Dave also put some homemade lemonade in a container for himself, then threw it in the diaper bag on the way out the door because his hands were full. Unfortunately, he then forgot about it and left it in there.
The good news is that Eileen found his lemonade and put it in the fridge so it would not go bad.
The bad news is that she did not find Krew's regular container of milk. It was apparently hidden beneath some other stuff in the diaper bag.
Mid-morning I received a phone call from Eileen, and because I was in a meeting she left a voice mail. Her question, asked in a completely serious tone (God bless her): Did we want Krew to drink lemonade now instead of milk?
*Hand slap to forehead.*
I am on a roll with impressions lately.
I called her back, and assured her that no, we were not replacing Krew's daily 16-oz intake of whole milk with freshly-squeezed homemade lemonade (although I'm sure he would love that), and told her that there should in fact be milk in his diaper bag. She did a little digging and found it, and Dave and I were redeemed to the status of acceptable parents. And, much to his chagrin I'm sure, Krew did NOT get to drink lemonade all day.
Phew. Interesting parenting situation #24,583 has been overcome.