Today, I thought I would share an old story from 2001 when Elder was not quite five and Younger not quite two…
Monday night, Uncle Farmer Boy had everyone over to his house for watermelon. But, unfortunately, my husband, since he was involved in shingling the roof of our garage, could not attend the gathering. So, as the boys and I were leaving, Uncle Farmer Boy told the boys to grab a Pepsi for their dad. After an embarrassing length of time, the boys and I finally managed to wrestle the cooler open, both Elder and Younger grabbing a cold soda.
Elder, I believe, truly intended to give his soda to his dad. Younger, however, considers possession nine-tenths of the law.
Unfortunately, as we started to cross the cattle guard to our car, Elder decided he needed both hands to maneuver the broken expanse, and, before I could divine his intent, he sent the aluminum can sailing towards the other side. Shoulders slumping, I watched as the can, hitting a rock, sprang a leak, spewing soda across the driveway.
Later, in the car, Elder still appalled by the unexpected shower, asked, “Why did that soda do that?”
“Well, Elder,” I responded. “It’s only made out of aluminum.”
Shocked, he questioned, “Why is it made out of little M&M’s?”
Now there’s a marketing idea. The can that will melt in your mouth, not in your hands.