Moments-13
"Mommy, do you want some orange juice?" I crack one eye open and squint blearily at the small figure beside my bed. "We don't have any." "But mommy we made some, would you like to try a glass of orange juice." "Sure honey, leave it on the bureau for me." I drift back to sleep for 5, maybe 10 minutes. "Mommy, mommy, are you going to drink your orange juice now?" Once more I squint and sure enough, there is a purple plastic cup sitting there with some kind of liquid in it. "Okay, I'm getting up. I'll drink it before I shower." "OKAY!" I hear running footsteps disappear down the hall and then a voice, "She said she was gonna drink it before she showers." I roll out of bed, eying the glass suspiciously. It's sticky. But it smells like oranges. I take a cautious sip and then quickly swallow the rest. It's good. Apparently while I sleep, my children teach themselves how to make fres