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Before our walk today, I was emailing with Roy and he mentioned he had been wishing for lemonade and asked if we could get some while we were out and about to have with dinner tonight.  He had brought up making lemonade the other night, so I asked if he wanted store-bought or homemade. 

He said a bottle from the store was fine for tonight. 

I took that as a challenge and figured it was about time I tried to make something new!  My Dad used to make homemade lemonade a lot when I was a kid.  I remember him making a glass and popping popcorn on the stove for a snack (we had an air popper, but he always liked to do it on the stove - and there was no microwave popcorn back then, and still not in their house since my parents live happily without a microwave!).  So, I figured maybe I have the lemonade making gene and should give it a shot.  And really, how hard could it be - lemon juice, sugar, and water.  If it doesn't taste right, tweak one of the three ingredients and it should be fine!

I told Leighton we would stop at Foodarama ("RAMA," Riley squeals, "Papa!" ... and then we have to break it to her it's Foodarama the grocery store and not Grandma and Papa here to visit again) to get lemonade and lemons for a taste test.  "What's a taste test?"  I should have seen that question coming!

I followed this recipe (but I halved it in case it was really bad!).  Leighton helped me squeeze some of the lemons and stir.

Then I told Leighton to close his eyes while I poured the different lemonades in his two cups and into the two glasses for Daddy.  He was confused by this - I didn't explain this would be a blind taste test.  Oops.  You can't blame me.  The kid asks so many questions that I sometimes, well usually, only have time to give half an answer before being bombarded by the next question!  Riley was also confused by this request but obliged and stood in the kitchen with her eyes squeezed tight too.  If only she would listen this well when it's time to stop stealing her brothers toys!

Leighton took his two cups to the table and started sipping away.  I wasn't even sure he'd like lemonade, but it's sweet and sugary, so of course he did!  He decided he liked the one in the green cup best.  FAIL.  That's the store bought one, silly.  But he did then tell me that the one in the orange cup (mine) tasted like the store one too.  So, that's a compliment, right?

Daddy sipped his two drinks.  No comments.  He helped Riley shovel spaghetti into her mouth.  More sips.  Still no comments. 

So, I ask, "Do you have a guess?" 

He said he did, but there was also one he preferred and was worried about saying the wrong one and insulting me.  Of course, Leighton then needed the definition of insulted (for anyone wondering what to get the kid for a gift, a dictionary might come in handy!).  Once we had that out of the way, I thought I'd get my answer from Daddy.  Nope.  He stalled.

Then he finally pointed to the taller of his two glasses and said he liked it best.  YES!  He liked the homemade one.  Mine! 

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