Fruh-lat Spice

Okay, Sebastian's three and a half years old and there are some words that I haven't really corrected yet, like "spice."  When he was about 18 months old and on a tasting tour of anything that happened to be on my plate, he first encountered spicy food so he learned the word.  Around the same time, he asked for a sip of my soda and that was the only word he had to associate with it, so he now refers to any kind of soda as "Spice."  Instead of correcting him, I just tell everyone around him what he's talking about.

We were out of cranberry juice tonight, which Sebastian likes to have after milk at dinner.  Of course he didn't believe that we were REALLY out of juice, so he inspected the fridge himself.  We didn't have juice, but we DID have a little bit of Spice from three weeks ago!  What a treat!

Except it was super flat.  Like just-the-syrup-flat.  Disgusting.  The is partly because we got it three weeks ago and partly because every time Sebastian sees a bottle of soda, he likes to shake it.  This is obviously not a person accustomed to opening a soda bottle.  The kid is so sheltered, right?

I told him it was flat and would be disgusting, which he also did not believe.  How could Spice be disgusting?  He asked very nicely for a glass with ice, so I gave him a little bit.

"Mom!  This isn't Spice!"
"Yes it is.  It's Flat Spice."
"Fat Spice?"
"Flat Spice."
"Fruh-LAT Spice?"
"Yes."
"Mom, how do you get Fruh-lat Spice?"
"You make it.  It's very special.  You have to wait a long time to turn it into Flat Spice."
"Oh wow! Dad!  I have Fruh-LAT Spice!"

Aaron gave me a "this is a longshot" look about Flat Spice being "special," but this looked like an opportunity to avoid wasting what was left of the Spice in the bottle.

That thought lasted about two seconds.  I dumped the rest down the sink and, though Sebastian drank the little bit I gave him, he definitely didn't ask for any more.  I don't think Flat Spice is ever going to catch on.