I mention that I need some energy from somewhere. A few minutes later, Tertius pops up and hands me an energy drink that he's concocted just for me. A kind, caring gesture from an eight-year-old that must, of course, be reinforced.
I take a sip. Fortunately I'd already dished out the praise. "What's in here?" I'm forced to ask, gasping.
"You didn't have any cranberry juice," he says. "So it's orange juice, apple juice, lemon juice, and some of that vegetable stuff. And salt."
That almost explains the distinctive flavor. "Vegetable stuff?" I croak. We don't have any V-8's in the house.
"Yeah. I squeezed a lettuce into it."
"Did you try it?"
"Did you, er, like it?"
"Then you can finish it," I said. Ha! Creative Parenting.