The other night, Andy and I had a bit of red wine with our steaks. The wuggies had orange juice. When Isaiah had drained his cup, he slid his empty glass over to Dadders, saying "Mo!"
But instead of getting the pitcher out of the fridge, Andy poured him a few drops out of his own glass. Isaiah held it up, and carefully examined the deep garnet liquid. After sniffing it, he carefully put the cup up to his mouth.
No sooner had the first drop touched his lips, than he slowly, deliberately set the glass down again, and pushed it back toward Dadders.
With tremendous dignity and firmness, he clarified his request. "Onge. Jus."
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