How it began. Nate can be firm if you will, when it comes to Captain and soda. One could also call it strict. Or non-existent.
So as we are out to eat on a weekday, later than we should be eating which is more frequent than not since time continues to move ahead no matter how much you have to do….Nate is giving Captain a choice of water or water.
Captain is wanting a lemonade.
Captain also had a REALLY good day that day. Pink as his color for his day (equivalent to a gold star for attitude), he read two books that night, and got closer to getting into advanced coding because of his hard work. My opinion - he deserved the lemonade.
He got water and he was disappointed about it. Me as well. So I pulled him quietly aside and said “Listen, dad is going out of town next weekend so what if you and I got some soda together and we don’t tell him about it?”
“Like a date??!”
“Yeah Cap…like a date. A don’t tell daddy date!”
And thus, The Don’t Tell Daddy Date was born. And in those four days leading up to the weekend, the idea grew.
10am: We started off at South Coast Plaza which wasn’t exactly the date; I needed to return some clothes to Zara so it was a detour, but we made it work. Return done, we headed downstairs to hit the Merry Go Round and pick out Halloween candy from Sees - all before breakfast
11am: Half eaten chocolate pumpkin later, we made it to Dick Church’s for some eggs, pancakes, bacon, and the best diner coffee in town
12noon: Balboa Fun Zone for video games, Skeeball, and blowing $10 of quarters in under 15 minutes
12:30: Balboa Candy to round up all means of gummy candy for the ultimate taste test and a last minute ride on the Ocean Motion
1:30 - Home for a late lunch and break before the evening of terrible decisions
5: Six kids. Over a dozen gummy candies. Scorecards and tasting commences. From the classic gummy bear and gummy worm, to a giant two foot long gummy snake, gummy brains, gummy teeth, and gummy eye balls, each participant judged, scored, and sugar crashed
8: 8pm is not a good time for a soda taste test. Nor was doing a gummy taste test the same day as a soda taste test. Most importantly - never schedule the actual ONLY THING YOU PROMISED YOUR SIX YOUR OLD YOU WOULD DO AS THE LAST THING OF THE NIGHT because once you realize you overdid the sugar and the excitement and a soda taste test is actually a terrible idea, you are screwed. If you were to walk down Irvine Avenue between 7:30-7:45pm on this Saturday night, you would have seen a very tired woman slowly walking home with a bag filled with individual glass soda bottles. If you did see her, I hope you said a small sweet prayer for her.
The soda taste test turned out amazing. We played The Greatest Showman as I barbacked each soda for the four taste testers (we lost the twins to a birthday party) and then ended with the grand finale with a soda suicide. The blue vanilla soda was a massive hit. The raspberry coke a disappointment.
And so. Don’t Tell Daddy Date was crazed, sugar filled, and chaotic. It was also hilarious, colorful, and super fun to watch.
PS - Nate Facetimed during the soda challenge. He was less than thrilled.