For Shame

From the dining room Tator is crying, "I don't like you, Mama. I doooon't liiiiike yooooou, Maaaaamaaaaa."

Over. and. over.

Why? What have I done to deserve this scorn?

I allowed the supply of apple juice to run dry and provided my child with orange juice instead.

For shame.

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