"Momma, can I have some watermelon?"

"Sure, honey."

*rattling in kitchen, then several minutes later*

"Look Momma, I made some watermelon-juice-aid."

"Good for you."

"I just squeezed out the juice and then I added some sugar."

"Pretty ingenious."

"Do you want to try it?"


*hands me a glass and as I pick it up, my arm almost falls to the floor under the weight of a tiny plastic glass that now weighs at least a pound*

"Did you add sugar to this?"


"How much sugar did you add?"

"Oh, just a little bit. I like it that way."

"I think you may have added too much."

This was full in the morning.