“Apple juice now….
Apple juice now….”
I was standing next to my just turned two-year old granddaughter last night at a shrimp boil.
My sister Karen looked at me and asked, “What is she saying????”
It sounded like “Apple Juice now” to me.
“Apple juice? Is that what you want Willow? “
She kept repeating the phrase… there was a hint of urgency in her tone…
Suddenly it clicked…
She didn’t want apple juice.
Slow it way down and with a little imagination you might hear, “I- poo”…
“I poo? Do you have to go poo????”
She nodded her head. The two of us made tracks to find her parents.
Cow manure, chicken manure, even hog manure I can handle…but baby poo. No way!
I opened the door, looked over at my son.
“Someone has to go poo poo…now!”
I had cracked the code,