Katie and Red Bull--It's Time for an Intervention
Mar 13 2010
Katie was born a Katherine, but she has never, ever been a Katherine. She was a Katie since the moment she nestled in my arms, stuck her thumb in her mouth, and decided she kinda liked it here. She just exudes "katie-ness."
She has this unbelievable deadpan sense of humor that will keep you laughing your bee-hind off and meanwhile, she's sitting there staring at you with those deep, penetrating eyes and muttering, "What are you laughing at?"
Katie is a thrill-seeker. She was always the first one to try out anything. The first kid to scramble into the climbing gear when we went climbing, the first one to try and climb a tree (even if it was a dogwood). She gets the closest to the fireworks every 4th of July. She was dying to watch "Dark Knight" and it turned into her favorite movie. When Blair brought home some fiery hot wasabi dip, she was the first to try it out and then called everyone "whimps" when they needed some water to wash it down.
I should have seen it coming.
I slipped a Red Bull in her stocking a couple of years ago as a joke.
It was no joke.
She loved it. She got another one a few weeks later. And then a week after that. Then a few days after that.
At school, she will do her friends' homework, as long as they pay her in Red Bull. I found an empty can in the back of the car last time I cleaned it out--right smack dab in Katie's seat.
Yep, it's time for an intervention. I'm going to have to go dry her out. Phew! This is going to be a difficult process and I'm just not sure I have the energy.
I should probably have a Red Bull first.
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