I am officially a former sauce-o-holic. I thought I'd be on that til at least FIVE.
She caught me in a good mood (note: don't EVER be in a good mood) and when I oh-so-politely requested a sweet sip, she told me they were empty.
And I fell for it.
I know what this word 'empty' means because I use it to demonstrate when my sippy cup is...well, empty. I pull off the lid and shake out the last drops onto the pretty carpet to add to the colors. And she knows I know what 'empty' is.
And now I know she knows I know.
Empty. But not gone. I can still reach my hand down in there for a reassuring grab.