What do you think this is? A restaurant?

The other night when I got home from work, Bailey was sitting up at the table eating his dinner.

Bailey: Mommy! I need something to drink.

Mommy: What would you like to drink, Bailey?

Bailey: Ummm...I don't know, let me check my menu (pretends to turn pages while perusing the menu)...oh yes, I'd like lemonade, please.

Mommy: I'm sorry, sir. All we have on our menu to drink is milk, chocolate milk, apple juice or water.

Bailey: Oh, thank you, sir. I'd like some apple juice, please.