Dallin said he was extremely thirsty last night about 11 pm.
Apparently, nothing in our fridge deemed worthy to him.
I won't even mention Riverton water.
Yes. We are those snobs. (It straight up tastes like a puddle from the mine)
After much convincing we drove to a gas station close to our house.
I stayed in the car and about 3 minutes later he walked out with the proudest smile on his face holding this:
I just looked at him.
Dallin: "What? I like melon."
And he will never be thirsty again.
ReplyDeleteI just accept your riverton water with a smile (except when i was pregnant with capri- i had to refuse it then. judas.)