Sometimes I feel like letting Ava try pop at such a young age was a poor choice. Such a poor choice. But I have a soft spot for Coke, and it was just too cute not to watch her take little sips out of my straws while we were out at dinner. Well in case you were wondering, soda is like crack for babies. I mean they get nutso crazy and start doing really weird crap. So we tried to cut back on how often Ava got to have sips of our "adult only beverage". Every time we would go out, we would have to hide our drinks behind ketchup bottles, or one time at Chipotle we even put our drinks on the floor and had to bend over to drink them. Anything to keep our baby out of soda rehab. I should also probably mention that sweet little Ava doesn't know how to say "Coke", and instead so fondly refers to it as "cock". Yes, you read that right. COCK. So it was only inevitable that someone else would eventually find out that she called coke, cock, and that one day was at the Carl's Jr. drive through. About 2 weeks ago we decided to stop by Carl Jr for a couple burgers on the fly and ordered a nice ice cold Coke. We pull up to the window with every intention to hide the drink from her sight and smuggle it into the front seat unnoticed. We didn't even have a chance to put that plan into motion before the guy at the window stuck his arm out, right in the view of Ava's full attention, Coke in hand. Before we even had a chance to try to hide it, Ava's eyes were as wide a saucers and the word just started flying out of her left and right. "COCK! COCK!! COCCCCCCCCCCCK!" And I mean this wasn't a whisper, she was basically screaming it. The man looked obviously embarrassed and there was really nothing I could do but double over laughing. Then just in case I didn't make myself look like an A+ mom already by that point, I took it one step further and said something that should have never left my lips. "Ava, do you want...?". I'm not even gonna finish the thought. Guys, I really don't know. I wasn't thinking anything about it really, and I was just laughing already about how horrible sounded coming from her that I didn't even consider how bad my soon to be question was going to sound itself. Brain cells were not used prefacing that phrase at all. "Jeez Morgan!" is all I heard from Scott as we tore off from the drive through, with the man still standing at the window with his mouth open. So moral of this story, if you give a child a sip of coke, they are going to shame your mothering skills.