We’re driving back from our mini-vacation in Destin last Sunday.  We stop at a gas station to get my soda of choice, Diet Dr. Pepper.  The girls want a drink and we tell them they can have apple juice when we stop for breakfast.  Here’s the conversation from the back-seat:

Abigail says , “Hey, Sissy – how come Mama gets soda and we don’t?”

Gracie replies,  “Well, Abigail…it’s because she’s older and she has a ….“ Her six-year-old, all-knowing voice of wisdom, drops to a stage whisper, “HABIT!”

Look for me and my Diet Dr. P on Skid Row soon…