Eating lunch at a Mexican restaurant last weekend, The Roc popped a piece of heavily spiced chicken into his mouth. I was sitting beside him and couldn't see his reaction, but Daddy later told me that he'd gasped, grabbed his juice box, and sucked down its contents in a single gulp. Then he turned to me and cried: "I need more juice, Mommy!"
As I said, I hadn't noticed this gastronomic crisis unfolding. So my unsympathetic response was: "Honey, that's not how we ask for more juice. Can you say: 'Mommy, may I have more juice please?'"
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