About a year ago and the youngest started to request juice with her dinner. Every evening that she requested it I told her she could have water. It didn't take long before I began to insist that I was giving her juice. Cloud juice.
The first few times I pulled this on her she looked into her glass and then back at me. "That's not juice", she hollered "it's water!" The older two supported my term by explaining to their sister that if you juiced a cloud you would get water.
Still not satisfied, the youngest would demand "real juice".
She doesn't ask as often these days, but when she does I still give her a glass of cloud juice.
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