I did a tour with a mother and her daughter. The daughter was such a cute little thing, age 9, and she carried her stuffed pig with her everywhere. The pig, named Piggy-it’s a she-was in every single photo that I took of them. I decided that he deserved a photo of his own.
The little girl was really suffering from jet lag and a couple of times begged to go back to the hotel so she could sleep. That’s when I asked her mother if she ever let her daughter drink Coca Cola. The reply was no, she had never had it, not even once. Because her mother wanted to finish the tour we decided to buy her first bottle, plastic, of Coca Cola. The little girl loved it and chugged it down and immediately brightened up. I felt a little guilty as I’m sure she is still begging for a coke every day.