Christa the Comedian

So Christa has been particularly hilarious lately. Her Sunday School teacher said she's their "little comedian." Here are some examples:

On Sunday morning, I ventured to church with all 3 kids by myself. (It was so exhausting, I feel the need to brag about this accomplishment on the internet.) On the way, I decided I could use a drink.... which for me, means a good, old-fashioned Coca Cola. I pulled into a drive-thru and ordered the sweet, sweet nectar. Christa, from the back of the car, immediately added, "I want a Coke, too!" (Yes, I'm *that* mom that gives her 4-year-old coke. I'm unapologetic and unashamed:).  However, getting Coke at our house is a privilege - not a right, and Christa's behavior that morning had been less than stellar. So, I replied, "Christa, your behavior this morning hasn't been very good, so you are not getting a Coke right now. If you have excellent behavior, and are sweet and listen, from now until the end of church, then you can have some Coke with your lunch." That settled that discussion. I drove on, hauled my crew into their respective classrooms, and didn't give the agreement another thought. That is, until, I went to pick Christa up from her class. Her teacher greeted me with a smile and immediately said, "I'm supposed to tell you that Christa was a very good listener today because she gets Coke if she listened well." Meanwhile, Christa is standing next to her, smiling widely and nodding in agreement.

New story. This morning was the first day of preschool. (Pictures to come in the next couple of days). On the way to school, I stopped at the same fast-food establishment for my morning beverage. Once again, Christa made it known that she wanted a beverage also. (Yes, I'm *that* mom who lets her daughter have Coke two days in a row. OK, fine, it's a daily occurrence in our house. Sometimes she gets it *twice* a day. There, I said it. She isn't overweight and doesn't have diabetes. And it's my mom's fault for practically forcing it down her throat at the tender age of one! Let's move on :) Since it was a special occasion (the first day of school), I obliged, and prepared to order a small Coke for Christa. As I'm doing this, I hear Christa saying, "Abby Kate, do you want a sweet tea?" (Yes, Abby Kate drinks sweet tea. We've already established that I have no nutritional standards for my children. Moving on.) I cringed a little, not really wanting Abby Kate to begin her day with a sweet tea, when it could be easily avoided by her not noticing that the rest of us were getting sugary drinks. Abby Kate, of course, replies, "uh-huh" (yes, she would like a sweet tea). Christa calls up to the front of the minivan, (in the most dramatic voice possible), "Mom, Abby Kate wants a sweet tea. She's dying for one!" At least she was trying to be sweet to her sister!