Last night Husband was crowned with the title “Walking Genius” from non other than our son, Carter. Such high praise from a tween requires explanation.
When I am the one who empties a Hershey’s Syrup bottle, after doing the violent upside down one thrust downward shake and quick, repetitive squeezing so that the last of the chocolate goodness splatters anything within a five foot radius with a ridiculously loud inappropriate farting noise, I rinse it out with water and recycle it.
Not Husband. After he “empties” the bottle (I did not get a detailed description of this process to share with you), he pours a non-quantifiable amount of milk into the bottle, caps it, shakes it, and then drinks it directly from the bottle.
Rather brilliant, right?
Well, Cody walked in on the tail end of this process, only seeing Husband drinking what appeared to be straight Hersey’s Syrup directly from the bottle. He was immediate horrified and jealous all at once and wanted to know how he could get in on that action.
News of the great syrup drinking spread, causing Carter to adorn Husband with the title, Walking Genius.