New Flavor

In the truck on the way to 7-Eleven, I was reciting, aloud, the list of various family members and Slurpee flavors.  The order was thus:

Ashley wanted Pepsi.  I wanted grape.  Logan, well, who knows what he wanted, we'd have to wait and see what was available.  Justin, ah, Justin.  He had disappeared with some friends so...one less Slurpee to keep track of.

I turned to Ethan and said, "What flavor are you going to have?"

"Donkey spittle," he replied, with a finality that indicated there weren't two ways about it.  

He continued to stare out the front window as we drove along, leaving no indication on his face as to whether or not he was serious.  I couldn't tell if he had given this a great deal of thought or if he knew what a thought was at this point.  Definitely my genes.

Donkey spittle?  He may or may not have been serious but I'm suddenly less excited about my Slurpee.

- 1 September 2013