What goes around...

The back story:

I am 3 and sitting at the breakfast table while my pregnant mother hustles around getting ready to get me to the sitter's. She asks, standing at the fridge, if I would like juice or milk with my cereal.

"Um, juice!" I exclaim.

She brings the juice over to the table only to be told (by me) that I changed me mind. "Milk please!"

She goes back and gets the milk, brings it to the table, and I again pipe up, "No, juice!"

So my poor aggravated mother squats down to look me in the eye. "Lauren," she says, struggling to remain calm (and probably also struggling not to choke me), "this is your last chance...do you want juice or milk?"

I look at her, smile and say, "I'll give you a clue..."

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Well, fast forward 27 years and I am standing in the kitchen, trying to get Jack to commit to a drink choice for dinner.

"Jack, do you want juice or milk?" He ignores me.

"JACK!" I yell, "Do you want JUICE or MILK or WHAT!?" (I hate it when he ignores me.)

He finally acknowledges my question and shrugs and says, "OR WHAT!"