Not from Concentrate

This morning I gave Margot a Clementine orange to peel and eat while I prepared breakfast.

Her booster seat is in the dining area, out of view from the kitchen. After about five minutes, I noticed things were very quiet.

Then, "Juicy hands! Juicy hands!" Margot called out from her booster.

I came around to the dining area, and found that Margot has indeed peeled her Clementine. Instead of eating it, though, she squeezed all of the juice onto her tray.

"Straw, please," she said, with a big smile.