This is just adorable–and practical. Thanks, James Milson, for a sweet pickup to our day.
Following a rather unfortunate mishap in the kitchen the other morning, it occurred to Little Red Bear and me that, to the best of our knowledge, no one had ever written a poem or advisory about spilled orange juice. We are told from an early age not to cry over spilled milk, of course. And if we spill salt, a pinch tossed over the left shoulder for good luck will supposedly blind the devil waiting there.
But what do we do about spilled orange juice? Cry? Don’t cry? Splash some over our shoulder? And what can we learn from the experience? So, we sharpened our pencils and set to work.
In the end, neither Little Red Bear nor I could think of anything to do about spilled orange juice other than to simply get busy and clean up the mess, being especially grateful that it was merely orange juice and…
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