Let's get some juice

Last night I took River on a walk to buy bread. On the way, I offered to stop at a frozen yogurt place that advertised juice. I bought a mango-peach smoothie, but after one sip, he thought it was gross and didn’t want any more.

“Let’s go to the juice store,” he said.

“What juice store?” I asked.

“It’s up ahead.”

I knew there wasn’t a juice store and forgot about it. Just as we approached a liquor store, he pointed and said, “There it is – the juice store!”

I have no idea where he got that from, except from perhaps the images of the bottles outside, which he might assume are juice. I’ve never been in that store and I doubt Mark has either, so I don’t know where he’d have the exposure.

In any case, I’m sure the owners would appreciate knowing that toddlers point the place out to their parents as a place to buy juice.