I'm sure mom won't notice

Today, tired of drinking her daily portion of prune juice, Lucy decided to pour the remainder into the flower arrangement on the dining room table. Unfortunately for her, the flowers are in a clear glass vase (complete with acrylic "water") so the inch or so of dark juice above the "water" bore mute testimony of the deed. Initially I did assume (naively) it had to have been an accident, but when sister Anne asked, "Did you pour the juice in on purpose?" Lucy nodded with a giggle.