"Apology"
I’m sorry that I let our daughters drink the Sprite from the downstairs refrigerator. I was down there getting something for their lunch and saw this Sprite can in the door, its green-blue-silver sheen gleaming among all the water bottles and brown plastic bags stuffed into every shelf. And I thought, “This has been here for a while. I think I’ll give the girls a treat.” So, I took it upstairs and poured it evenly into two glasses, the clear liquid still fizzy coming out of the can.
They had finished lunch and left the kitchen when you came through and saw the empty Sprite can in the recycling bag. But I bet they heard you screaming, “Who took this Sprite can out of the refrigerator? Who drank this Sprite?” Then again, they (and I) were used to their dad (and my husband) bellowing about things that shouldn’t cause that much drama – like adjusting the thermostat or opening the curtains or drinking a Sprite.