At lunch today Husband was trying to coax Boy #2 to drink - never an easy task. My younger son hasn't yet worked out that often, when he thinks he's hungry, he is in fact thirsty. So it's an uphill battle to get him to take on any water /juice / milk.
Although when all else fails, our little connoisseur can often be tempted by a glass of elderflower cordial with a single ice cube in it. (Thank you, Mother-in-Law, for starting that precious habit...).
So, back to lunchtime;
Husband: "Come on, Boy #2. Have some water, please."
Boy #2: "No."
Husband: "Yes. If you don't drink you won't grow up big and strong."
Boy #2. "No. I'm not thirsty."
Husband: "Please. One for Papa?"
Boy #2 passes Husband his cup. "OK. There you go then... Drink up!"
We're doomed, I tell you. DOOMED!