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Pop (or ‘soda’ depending on what part of the country you live in), has always been evil to me.
Everybody has their ONE thing, and this is mine. If anything is wrong with the world, I blame it all on pop. Overweight kids, acne, hair loss, wrinkles, plummeting stock market…it’s because of this chemical, sugar-laden disaster. Really, I do think it has to be just about the WORST thing for you. Anyways….
Obviously I don’t have it in my house. Occasionally, I will buy it as a special treat on pizza night. Sprite or root beer ONLY. No caffeine. We don’t need extra energy here.
When my brother Andy was state-side recently he introduced us to a new term we LOVE.
Bad boy juice.
That’s what he has called pop when, as a teenager, he overheard a mother saying to her child in the supermarket, “No, honey, we don’t drink THAT! That’s BAD BOY JUICE!”
Finally, someone who thinks like I do!
Disclaimer: I realize that quite a large portion of mothers across the country are addicted to Diet Bad Boy Juice. I will not judge and/or criticize your addiction….sometimes I think, in your cases, it might be called “Good Mommy Juice”? Sort of like my chocolate addiction, but in a drinkable format.