Juice-capades

Last night was our ward's Thanksgiving party, which was basically a typical Thanksgiving dinner. As we lined up to get our food, Kallie wandered over and got a very large, red, plastic cup from the other end of the 4 banquet length tables that had been pushed together. She brought the cup back to me and told me she wanted a drink of apple juice. I guess the gallon bottles of amber colored apple juice strategically placed near the cups caught Kallie's attention when she grabbed her cup. I assured her that we would get her a drink of juice when it was our turn. But, for now, we needed to wait in the line. And then, I made a fatal mistake.

Ryan had come over and put Whitney in my arms so he could run out to get the stroller for Whitney to sit in while we ate. Somehow, during the transfer, I averted my eyes from Kallie for a minute. When I looked up again, there she was, walking toward me with a gallon of apple juice hefted on her little shoulder. And then I realized the almost full gallon of juice was OPEN. Juice was sloshing out across the wooden gym floor as Kallie proudly carried her beverage over for me to pour into her cup. Ryan sprinted to the rescue, grabbing the bottle before she spilled TOO much juice on the floor. After he cleaned up what had managed to escape the precariously perched bottle, he took her to "help" him retrieve the stroller. You know, I'm really glad that Kallie is smart and independent, but sometimes I wish her reasoning abilities would speed up just a bit to keep her out of too much trouble.