For the first time this year our office has a pool for the NCAA tournament. I hate to think about how many nights I have gone to sleep way past my bedtime feeling the need to will my chosen team on to victory. The tournament has been way more interesting knowing there is a bit of a contest involved.

Friday night D and I went out on a real date. We had dinner at our favorite place right up the street and afterward we went next door to the bar to watch the games. It was a great night for me as far as the brackets are concerned, but what we ended up noticing even more was a particular commercial. A tall glass was filled with vanilla ice cream and topped off with some very yummy looking coke. D and I immediately decided that we needed to introduce At-man to “the float”.

The next day involved a trip to the Super Target for all the ingredients. The new Chicken Little movie was ready, and At-man had his first “floaty”. I have to say, it was pretty, pretty good. He even managed to finish without any spillage, which is a first for any beverage consumed on the couch.

The floaty has opened up a whole new door in At-man’s mind. Now that he knows you can mix beverages/ice cream he wants to mix up everything. He wasn’t happy at breakfast until D let him pour his milk and O.J. together. All night he imagined every possible soda he could mix in his next floaty. Should he try Sprite or Orange? Luckily we were out of Sprite and the only orange soda we had was caffeinated, and thus, out of the question. There is a fine line between allowing your child the freedom to experiment and allowing your child to make themselves throw up.

Ummmmm, FLOATYS!