Pickle Juice

Sometimes as parents we get caught in a trap that we set for our kids. I'm often of the opinion that I should show my kids why I'm right to say yes or no by letting them see for themselves. Nathan likes to "help" me with cooking dinner sometimes (thanks Sarah :*), so if I'm heating up a pot or something he'll try and get a stool and stand by me and start to reach for the pot. I tell him that it's "hot" and he repeats that back to me and points at the pot (he already learned this lesson on the lawnmower engine after I finished mowing one day). So sometimes if he insists with the hot pot I will help him feel the steam coming off the pot or the radiating heat a few inches above the pot or pan... hoping that this sinks in that closer is worse. Anyway, today he was insistent that he wanted "juice" in his sippy cup, which we were out of. Unfortunately there happened to be a jar of open pickles on the counter within his line of sight. He decided that the color of the pickle juice closely resembled a recent juice that he had drank. So he pointed at the pickle jar and was insistent that he have it, in spite of my telling him "no". So I thought: "I'll show you"... and got out a spoon and gave him a sample of the pickle juice... which of course he liked and began asking for more. After a couple of spoonfuls I realized that this wasn't just a new taste to him but a good one. So of course I ended up pouring pickle juice in his sippy cup. Hey, if it's good enough for dehydrated football players, it's good enough for my boy. Meanwhile, Mary just shook her head and said "I knew he was going to like it!" Oh well.....