Yesterday, on our way over to my parents' house, Nick stopped at a gas station to get a Diet Coke.
He came out with a Fanta Orange for me as well.
Betty has been dying to feel the baby, so he suggested we get the little dude all jacked up on sugar, so she'd be sure to feel him. It totally worked.
Also, I love Fanta. Which I pronounce with an "ah" - in the same way as the word "want." Fahnta.
In my world, this also rhymes with "aunt."
Yes, I get teased for it a lot. But not as much as for my pronunciation of "sauna" - even though I'm so totally right.
Although not by my parents, as they pronounce these words the same way I do.
Fanta is a drink of my childhood, and as a kid it was Fanta Grape that I loved. I haven't had one in years. I don't even know if they still make that flavor?
I remember Betty would give me one when we'd have to drive somewhere far, because the old VW bug had no AC - not to mention the lack of seat belts or floor in the back seat.
I'd whine that I was hot, she'd say, "Think about ice. Think about snow!"
Ice? Yes. Comes in cubes from the freezer. Snow? Totally abstract concept.
Fanta Grape? Very cold and perfect for cross-town car rides.