Hug Twice

Alexa is finally primarily bipedal, and she has become a menace on two feet.  I open the refrigerator, she darts in, grabs whatever is handy, and toddles off.  This evening it was a juicebox of orange juice.  Because Matt is still on a mealplan, he only gets 6 ounces of OJ a week.  Even though my frugal self hates it, I buy the mini-packs of single serving OJ because a bigger container would go bad before he drinks it all.  Once in a while, CJ sees them in the fridge, wants one, tries it, remembers he hates juice, and sticks it back in the fridge without drinking it.

And of course, the open one with the straw in it is what Alexa grabbed.

And proceeded to spray onto her hand, and then carefully wipe onto the floor.  We cleaned up after her, but I still expect to see a hoard of ants in the morning.

Why didn’t we just take it away from her?  Well… it was funny.  What can I say.

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