It’s hot. The flames of hell sounded quite appealing today. This heat makes a bike ride on the surface of the sun seem like a cakewalk. It was so hot today I started dreaming of cooling off by jumping into the wicked witch’s cauldron. In other words – it’s hot.
I drank water by the bucketload all day. Honestly, I’m not sure how much water I ingested in the end, but I know I drank at least 1.5 gallons. Yep – that’s gallons. As in – four quarts to a gallon…. Which means I drank at least six quarts of water. And yet, I didn’t pee all day.
And Daryl? He drank a grand total of one cup of water. Yes – one cup. Therein lies our problem.
We’ve tried everything to get Daryl to drink more. We’ve asked him; we’ve begged him; we’ve threatened him; we’ve reasoned with him. We’ve put flavoring in his water, but it just turns hot yucky water into hot yucky flavored water. Daryl is convinced he’s drinking enough, but we know he’s not.
Our only saving grace is Daryl’s fierce sense of justice and fairness. Every once in a while we get a 2- or 3-liter bottle of soda, and Daryl is bound and determined to get his fair share. Which means, of course, that he forces himself to drink a whole bunch.
But still, our problem remains. And so I thought I would put this out here in the hopes that you, dear reader, will have the magic bullet we need to encourage our son to drink more. Do you have any words of wisdom you can pass on? And suggestions we can try? I thank you in advance for your help!
Kilometers today: 85