Jack has had approximately 47 glasses of juice/milk today. He has finally learned to ask for a drink by saying "juice" instead of throwing himself in front of the fridge in the throes of agony. To cement the concept, I am rewarding every eyebrow-raised, sweetly questioning "ju?" with a big old drink of watered down apple juice or milk. He’s soaked through a couple of pairs of pants, but –
HE SAID JUICE! HE WANTED JUICE AND ASKED FOR JUICE!
Oh dear god. There is a lightbulb somewhere in that big brain, and it’s going off at last.
He’s also asking for crackers and to get down, the other two trigger words he’s learned. Crackers you want, crackers you shall have! Want to get down without eating dinner, fine by me! Just keep talking, baby!