Miss D was sucking the juice out of every section of her orange but refusing to eat it. So I dug out my grandmothers old glass juicer and we made orange juice. It was magical to see the evening light illuminating the empty globes of peeling and Miss D's face at the fun she was having.
Of course as soon as I stepped away to throw out the garbage she emptied her juice back onto the juicer and all over the table and floor.
