"Mommy, can I have something to duh-wink?" Joshua asked, trying so hard to pronounce his 'R.'
"What would you like?"
"Apple juice, apple juice. I get it!"
I had his cup rinsed and already half-full of water so I got out the gallon jug of juice and handed it down to him.
"Thank you, Mommy," he says, then presses it against my legs. "Here you go."
I topped off his cup and screwed on the lid.
"Thank you, Mommy," he squeaks, happily walking away.