Tobey told me he wanted juice (which is something we never keep in the house and only give him on special occasions), and I told him we didn't have any. He then brought me a bottle of olive oil from the pantry and said he wanted some of the juice.
Which reminds me of the time we were at church and the priest said the word, "Jews", and Tobey started yelling, "Juice! Juice!"
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