“Neilson, come eat your toast and drink your juice.”

Neilson sat down at the table.  Then he began to yell, “Mommy!  Mommy!”

“Neilson, I’m busy doing the laundry.  Eat your breakfast.”

“But mommy! Come here!”

“Neilson, what’s wrong?”

“Somebody pooped in my juice!”

“No one pooped in your juice.”

“Ah-uh look.  It’s green with stuff in it.”

Neilson’s mom chuckled.  She went over to the table. “That’s not poop. We didn’t have any orange juice so I gave you some of my broccoli, spinach, pineapple, mango juice. You’ll like it.”

“That’s ok mommy.  I’ll have water.”