The hard stuff for me - if I ever do indulge, I like full strength - none of the diet kind with the fake sugar - give me the real deal!
And I was amused the other day to realise that the can I grabbed from the servo fridge all had names on.
(I ducked into the servo whilst leaving my kids in the car
Anyway, here is the name I was lucky enough to see on my can -
I love this so much that I am keeping the can to recycle it as a pen pot on my desk.
The kids think this is very funny - that Coke made a can specially for ME, because I AM the boss.
The lovely husband was mildly amused by it, and of course questioned the kids. "Is Mummy the boss? I thought I was the boss?"
Charlie cocked his head to one side and said, kindly, but with a little bit of uncertainty - "You can be the boss, if you want Dad?"
Olivia looked very worried by this stage. "But Dad, you do know that Mummy really is the real boss? Maybe you should just be the boss of the garden?"
To which Lexie added - "You can be the boss at the weekends Dad. If you want? Then Mum is always here to make sure you are doing it right?"
My children know the score, evidently. They understand the hierarchy!
How about you? Who is the boss at your place?