My 11-year-old son is so particular when it comes to water. A half empty water bottle that you KNOW is his, he will claim it’s not his. It’s someone else’s in our home, and he will pretty much die before he gets someone else’s germs. Especially his sister’s or mom’s.
In the past, I have given him water and insisted he drink it (knowing full-well the bottle was his) and he claimed I got hair in it and he was choking on the hair. It was stuck in his throat (WTH?) Another time, it was, “Well, it could be poisoned…I’m just sayin’.”
Yes. Son. I went through pregnancy and birth just to “off” you later at 10/11 years old. Which, at that point, I was ready to about kill the kid.
Where this irrational fear has stemmed, I dunno… all I know is now we have to take a black marker and write his initials on it to PROOVE it is his bottle on another day. We have all these damn half bottles, 3/4 finished, etc. all around our place and on the floor because instead of figuring out which is theirs, they open a new bottle. I feel like we are trying to warrant off an Alien invasion similar to that movie “signs” where Mel Gibson’s daughter keeps leaving glasses of water around the house.
NOW… it’s water canisters my son has taken issue to…
I gave him his water canister for school. A blue metal one that you have to suck through a straw. Both kids typically like this container for camping and they like their squirt bottle for sports. However, like all canisters, sometimes the straw/plastic has a bit of a taste. Especially on a hot day.
The latest scenario for school the other day, my son “out-of-the-blue” gasps when he sees the metal container,
“Uh! That container?”
I inquired what was now wrong with a container that he liked in the past, and just used yesterday afternoon. However, we had other options, so I offered him the Gatorade squirt bottle he uses for sports. My question was answered with silence, and then muttering. I repeated my question, and instead of answering, he asks me about the metal container.
“Did you rinse it out and air it?” (Yes, I did.)
“But, I didn’t drink the water yesterday…did you air it out and put fresh water into it?” (Yes. I cleaned it. Would you prefer the other one?)
He then yells NO to all of them.
“By the time I get to school, the water is disgusting in those containers!”
At this point, I’m exasperated because he has PE that day and needs water. They don’t like the disposable bottles because they “crinkle” too much- noise is distracting in the classroom. Therefore, it has to be a canister/sports bottle. And basically, I told him, to rinse out his own bottle daily after school, with hot water, and place all the pieces in the dish rack to dry. (there might have been a curse or two added for emphasis) Dad steps in to diffuse the ticking mom-bomb, and indicates to his boy, it’s “just water” and that he can’t be overly particular to the taste. It’s not going to be perfect.
“Oh, you put SALT water in it.”
Yes, that’s right. I run out to the ocean and bottle it just for you. To which Dad exclaimed BEHOLD… “the reason for funny taste, Octopus slime!”