When Alex started wailing for his orange juice today, I didn't think much of it. After all, OJ is the only thing he drinks, so demanding I find it didn't seem like much of a problem. I figured he misplaced his sippy cup... not a big deal. Probably under a toy bear or something.
I couldn't find it anywhere; so I did what any reasonable mom would do- I made a new one.
This went on
and on
and
on.
Techincally, it is "orange juice"; and technically, it is a "box"; and technically, I don't have a "huge" house; but 2200 square feet to play "Find-The-Juice-Box-When-You-Don't-Even-Know-WTH-You're-Looking-For" is not exactly my idea of a fun afternoon.
I found it.
Tweet I couldn't find it anywhere; so I did what any reasonable mom would do- I made a new one.
"No cup! NOOOOO CUUUUPP! JUICE. BOX."
No. No. No. No. No and no. No type of cup, no color of cup, no cup was gonna placate him. "No Mommy, notta new juice. I need my orange juice. I need my juice BOOOX." Clearly "box" was the operative word, the one meant to clue me in... but I failed to get it.
This went on
and on
and
on.
No juice box and Mom with No-Clue.
Why?
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BECAUSE HE WAS LOOKING FOR THIS OMG, look how tiny it is. |
I found it.
Toddlers are so fun that way. Mine usually requests a specific bear or stuffed animal I'm supposed find out of the zillion that have taken over our house.
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