The radiators have been turned on this past week. And it is one hot mother in our apartment. The other night, late at night, I was craving Hot Dog on a Stick Lemonade, BAD, because of the heat. (When I worked at Hot Dog, I'm pretty sure that I drank half of all the the five gallon batches that we made. With extra cherry and extra lemon juice.)
I made some lemonade out of our humidity tortured Country Time Lemonade, then Scott drank it all, then he made some for me. He dilutes it a little too much for my liking. We both started laughing when I told him... but first...
...Paisley will wake up in the early mornings, dried-out, with a little raspy voice. And in our sleep we can hear, she speaks really fast btw...
"Mommy, will you get me a drink of lemonade, in a sippy-cup, with two cups of Sugah and no watah?"
I usually say something like, "Ask Daddy." And then we hear,
"Daddy, will you get me a drink of lemonade in a sippy cup with two cups of sugah and no watah?"
After a few more minutes, one of us will get up and make it for.
So after Scott drank all my lemonade, and I refused his diluted version, I said,
"I want two cups of sugah...and no watah!!"
It was hilarious to us, b/c neither of us ever talk about it the next day, outside of our 3am sleepy foggy state.
* sugar and water
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