Goodbye IBC

IBC root beer is one of my favorite indulgences. Alysen likes chocolate and sweets, but when I think of treats, I think IBC root beer. I don’t know what it is, but IBC is just better than any other root beer out there. The other night Wyatt went next door to play with his neighbor friend DJ. While playing in the back yard Wyatt noticed DJ’s father, who was mowing the lawn, drinking a beverage from a bottle. Wyatt watched him put the drink down and thinking this was “the same thing daddy drinks” he went over and picked it up. DJ quickly realized what Wyatt was doing and screamed to him, “put that down, that’s my daddy’s beer”. Wyatt came home and explained the entire instance to us. Alysen asked him if he had tasted or smelled the drink to which he replied, “No way, that’s not good for our bodies”. It made us so proud, but at the same time made us realize just how impressionable our children are. We then had to explain the difference between root beer and beer to our 5 year old son. It was very difficult to explain why they both were called “beer” and both in a dark bottle, but one was ok and the other was not. The more we tried to explain the more questions Wyatt asked. He had a very hard time understanding. Needless to say, we will be making some changes in our home. It is amazing how much we can learn from our children if we are just open to listening.


onehm said...

Isn't it crazy how much they learn just from watching? I'm sure your family will be so much stronger from this experience!

Brooke said...

I'm happy to see you have a blog. Now I can keep up with your cute family!

Jellybean babies said...

Dane, has Alysen told you how our apartment at Ricks would decorate with IBC bottles? Classy. AL-how are you? I miss ya! I'll call you to catch up.