I called my sister on the way home and was chatting with her while I unloaded the kids and the pop and all the other stuff that somehow makes its way into the car. The kids started begging for their little pops as soon as we walked in and I figured, "Eh, it's Valentine's Day, who cares if it's only 11 in the morning? They can have their pop and I can chat a little longer." So I gave them their pop.
About 10 minutes later, I was walking past the table, and something clicked, what I thought was store-brand Sierra Mist looked a lot like Mountain Dew's logo. I grabbed the bottle and flipped it over to the ingredients. "Hmm, incomprehensible stuff, sugar-something, ah yep, there it is, CAFFEINE."
I interrupted Kim with a nice, "Ah, Kim! I'm an idiot!" She said, "What? Why?" because she thought I had said she was an idiot. No, no, that'd be me, the person who just gave her two year old fake Mountain Dew at 11 AM.
He had only drank about 1/3 of the bottle so I took the rest and poured it down the sink, making Brandon sob, which made my heart ache since he didn't know why I was tossing his pop. Poor little guy. I tried to make Jason share his pop with Brandon, but Brandon didn't want his pop. So I took a bottle of Brett's 4-pack and gave that to him, and he was happy with that. But then Jason wanted one too, so I gave Jason one and he gave me the rest of his grape.
I then called Brett up to tell him why he would have half a Valentine's Day present and why his youngest child may be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day.
Well played, Karma, well-played. No more snarky thoughts for me.