When life hands you lemons

At the dinner table, R asks for lemonade.

Mom — Not tonight.  I want to save it for you when you take your medicine tomorrow (a laxative that has to be mixed into a liquid).

R — Well, how about just a little bit?

Mom — No.

R — Maybe a little bit of lemonade with lots of water? ‘Cause that makes lots of lemonade.

Mom stares at him, amazed at his efforts to get his way.  Everyone is silent for a few seconds.

R — Why won’t you say anything?  Are you embarrassed?


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