It HAD to be RED

Today Mikey was ill (throwing up & diahrea) and Gilbert needed to buy gatorade. I was asking the 3 year old if he wanted yellow or orange or blue. As I waited for the Mikey to answer, Dad chimed in (trying to be helpful) with "Or RED". I looked at my husband like,"What are you thinking?" and actually said, "You mean the RED that stains everthing so well." Gilbert looked a little sheepish and said he meant to be "helping" and thought I forgot that there was a red flavor. He didn’t guess the omission was intentional. He started laughing in embarrassment and of course, Mikey DID choose RED. It was one of those days where you deliberately choose your precious little guy over protecting the carpet and to be thankful for a spirit of helpfulness rather than demanding perfection. When my husband got home with the RED gatorade, together we laughed at the irony that the one kind we didn't want to be picked, the boy picked. I put a bucket and rag on "stand by".