doodledee

The other day, Libby was feeling better than I was so she volunteered to go shopping for sick food for the two of us. Having been pre-med for 20 minutes in college, I knew the right things to get: gatorade, 7up, and saltines. She did a great job and brought home everything I had asked for.

This morning, I opened the fridge and found that she had also bought this little tiny bottle of apple juice. It's just like one of those giant bottles, only miniature. At first I was all mad, because nothing that small has an equally small price. But by tonight, I was totally over it. How can you stay mad at something so cute? You can't. You are powerless in its presence.