ruby

On Tuesday, Ella said to me, "I want ruby. I want a ruby." I didn't know what she meant. I don't like jewelry much and certainly don't have any rubies in my home. And where would she have heard about rubies, anyway? But she pulled me to the kitchen counter and started pointing. Turns out, she wanted root beer. We had a party for Alfredo last weekend and had a 2 liter bottle of rootbeer left over and it was on the counter. I'd given her a tiny bit the night before (her first taste of rootbeer... Alfredo thinks root beer tastes like medicine and we don't drink much soda, so we rarely have root beer in the house.) She obviously likes root beer and wanted some more.