“No, gwumpa,” chirped a small voice as I poured a cup of juice, “I don’t want juice please.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, “well, it’s not for you.”

[three, two, one…],

“…but you can have some of mine maybe…”

“Ah yes please!  Want your juice.”

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A little mental elbow grease sometimes gets things moving along.

 

 

Photo credit: Eyelashes of a Blue Skinned God