A boy and his beverage.
At Ethan's recent birthday party, T discovered ROOTBEER! It's not something I have ever developed a taste for so I don't normally buy the stuff. But he was like Forest Gump with Dr. Pepper and he couldn't get enough. Funny thing is, he can't ever remember the name of it. So what he says goes like this: "Mom, can I have some..., some... some... what it called, Mom?" over and over. I think he's finally got it down pat now and can finally ask for it by name. I surprised him with a 6-er of mini's on my last trip to the store and now we're in rootbeer heaven.
What it called?
Rootbeer.
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