Who's the boss?

yesterday while returning from visiting a friend we stopped by the store to get Blake a corn dog for lunch. I was craving a Quizno's italian sammie but hadn't had one for so long I wasn't sure they still made them. Then after looking around the shopping center realized that the old Quiznos was gone and a new Jack-n-theBox was there instead. I was totally bummed so my "poor me" self decided to indulge in a grilled cheese and onion rings. What was I thinking? onion rings hate me. Anyway, I usually buy Blake a milk with his dog but since there weren't any displayed right next to the deli we skipped it so I decided instead a small sprite as a treat from jitb. Well they don't have such a thing as a small drink so I told Blake not to drink it all, it was too much. Some of you know that Jeremy and I have been on a 40 grams of sugar a day diet which for those of you who don't know my main concerns break down to this:
Grande Vanilla Latte = 40 grams. boom. you're done. sigh.
Cereal 3-10 grams depending
Ice Cream = 14 grams give or take
*Jeremy has coined it the "40 G's" diet. I have had to make adjustments so now I get an americano with 1 pump pumpkin spice and room for cream. This is only 5 GRAMS people and also at least a dollar less. Score.

I HAD been beeing very good but then I baked some snickerdoodle bread for a bible study and none of the ladies ate it so of course I did. Then I got a bag of candy-corns and pumpkins for "the kids". hmph. well. moving on. so here we are in the van with Blake insisting he won't drink it all and that he can hold it. Okay I check on him a few times taking a sip (knowing I shouldn't have much, pop is THE WORST for sugar) and he seems to be keeping it real and not sucking it down. The last time I ask him for it I plan to keep it because I know he will eventually forget he is not supposed to have it all. Too late, it was down to ice. BLAKE! I exclaim, "SHame on You!".

"Shame on YOU, mom!" he shouts at me, "You're the one on the sugar diet!".

. . .he sooo did not just go there. I was actually called out by my 5 year old. ouch.