Apple Juice ...
Supper time tonight and Iain had already spilt his cup of water. Having finished most of his meal, he picked up his cup and gesticulated that he wanted it filled. I was about head towards the tap, but asked whether he wanted water. He shook his head and pointed towards the fridge.
I offered him milk, tropical fruit juice and even orange juice, all of which he vehemently denied. Though, having said that, he wasn't all that sure about the tropical fruit carton. By this time, both Clare and myself were struggling to keep straight faces. Clare then suggested I try the AJ, which was purposely my last choice. As soon as Iain saw the carton, his broadened into a smile and he nodded vigourously. Yes! It was apple juice he was after all along, and knew exactly what the carton looked like.
Pleased as punch, he drank most of it.
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