While the window people are replacing our dining room window, we are confined to other rooms. Apparently, it's in there tight and they are definitely breaking glass in order to get it out. I literally just overheard one of these window experts say "You're not the only one. That scared me good."
Ahem. So, Ryan is to stay out of the dining room, so we got out our little juicer and squeezed some juice. It's a perfect activity for him, involving somewhat destructive hard work, a new gadget, and something yummy. He gave me a sip to taste but declined to offer any to his brothers. Three oranges filled his purple sippy cup perfectly. It was gone in a moment.