Pouring the Juice

I buy a very good-for-you green juice for the kids since getting James to try new things (such as veggies) is near impossible. They love it and love to pour their own cup full from the smallish bottle that fits just right in their hands.

Anyway, the other day I poured James, who was in quite the mood, a cup of green juice and offered it to him hoping that a drink or some food might remedy his out-of-sortsness. Wrong thing to do. It was promptly followed by a scream.

James: No! Pour it out! Pour it out!

Margaret: Okay, I'll get a glass and you can pour it into that and I'll drink it later.

J: No! Have to pour it in the sink! The sink! That's where its goin'! In the sink!

M: James, we don't pour good juice in the sink. Here is a glass. You can pour it.

J (moving to the fridge): No! Not a glass! Gonna pour it back into the bottle! Gonna get out the bottle and pour it back in!

M: I'm sorry, but we cannot pour juice back into the bottle. The only place we can pour it right now is into a glass.

J (looking at me defiantly): On my tongue! I'm gonna pour it on my tongue! Pourin' it out! Pourin' it out on my tongue!

And he continued to pour out all the juice onto his tongue. And down this throat. And into his stomach.

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