I have my kids halfway convinced we're going to drink corn juice today.
I've been talking about how I've rinsed off all of the pieces to the Jack Lalanne juicer, and how I've bought and washed a ton of corn. I've told them about all of the vital vitamins and nutrients found in corn juice, and how it makes the perfect breakfast really.
This has been going on for two days now.
They're equal parts amused and horrified and although skeptical, they don't know why I'd make something like this up and are concerned that I might actually serve them corn juice.
(Cold corn juice, I promised, with ice cubes made of corn juice so as not to dilute the juice.)
I don't know why I'd make something like this up either.
THIS is why I couldn't convince them we were surprising them with a Disney World trip that time. Poor kids. I might actually have to make corn juice so I feel less mean now.
I've convinced my oldest son (8) that we are spies and one of our dogs is a spy like Perry the Platapus and can talk. I don't know why I do this, but I'm saving for the therapy that is sure to result.
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