And So It Begins…

All three of us are sitting at the dinner table.
Samantha, pointing to me:  “Juice.”
Me: “No juice. Milk or water.”
Sam, pointing to me:  “Juice.”
Me:  “No.”
Sam, pointing at me: “Juice.”
Me: “You can have milk or water. Which would you like?”
A pause while Sam thinks about it and looks around.
Samantha, pointing to her dad: “Juice.”