Too Much of a Good Thing

On the weekends I am very lucky to say, the King makes the girls breakfast. This morning they had french toast and apple juice. Teas' cup was no where to be found, so the King just poured the juice into a large water bottle. She drug the bottle out to the family room to show me all the while saying over and over "berry hebby appa joose, appa joose too hebby." She sat on the couch and happily sipped away until the juice was gone.

Now for those that aren't already aware, she is in the process of potty training. During about a 30 minute period she ran to the potty 3 times. The last time she looked up at me and groaned "ooohhh, too much appa joose." So there's proof in its purest two year old form. You really can have too much of a good thing.