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?