Fuzzy

Tonight at the restaurant where we celebrated Jeff's birthday with his parents, the waiter brought Layla a Shirley Temple to drink.  I have managed to avoid giving her soda for over 2 years, however the lure of a mysterious beautifully-garnished pink "juice" was too strong to skirt our way out of this without offering her some.  She took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and said "I doesn't like it, Mommy.  It's too fuzzy."