Laura isn’t feeling very well, so I just picked her up from school. She insisted that I take her for the first hour because she didn’t want to miss math.
I don’t understand it either.
When we got home I was mixing a dropper of a homeopathic remedy into a glass of juice for her, and she caught me in the act.
Laura: “What is THAT?”
Me: “Don’t worry, it’s tasteless.”
It disappeared as I stirred the light brown liquid into the unfiltered apple juice.
Laura: “It’s seeless too.”