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I was sitting on the couch earlier this evening. My glass of watered-down Cherry Coke was on the end table next to me. Isaac ALWAYS asks for a drink of my pop. He will beg and plead, telling me, "But I really like that kind." Every once in awhile I give in, but not too often. All that kid needs is a few mouthfuls of sugar. . .

Anyway, tonight, he asked for "some of that," pointing to my pop. I told him no - it was "yucky." (It really was no good - all of the ice had melted and it would have been no good.) A minute later, he brings me his water cup and gives it to me, telling me, "You can have some of mine." It was so sweet. And he insisted until I took a sip of his water.

Still didn't give in on the Cherry Coke, though. . . much to his dismay!