Today is my birthday and I'm back with another drabble!
"Mama, juice please."
Elphaba looked up at her three-year-old daughter, who had gone into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of dark red juice. "Erra, I don't think you like that juice."
The toddler violently shook her head, her pigtails smacking her in the face. "No, Mama, this my favorite."
"Sweetie, you tried that juice last month and spit it out all over Daddy." Elphaba remembered the incident where Erra declared that she 'wanted the same drink as Daddy', and how all three of them had instantly regretted it.
"No, Mama! Wrong! This my favorite!"
Elphaba stood and went over to the fridge and grabbed the strawberry juice. "You like this. This is strawberry juice. I know they look similar because they're both red, but this is the one you like."
But the three-year-old, clearly getting her stubbornness from her mother, insisted that she wanted the unsweetened cranberry juice in her hands. Elphaba, deciding that this was the perfect time to teach her daughter that she knew her favorites better than she did, caved in. This wasn't the battle she wanted to die fighting. She took the bottle and wordlessly poured the juice into Erra's favorite cup, helped her into her chair, and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Mama," Erra said in her sweet little voice.
"You're welcome, sweetie," Elphaba nodded, torn between wanting to watch the scene unfold and mentally preparing for the upcoming tantrum.
Erra took a sip and scrunched up her face. Elphaba winced, waiting to be covered in cranberry juice, but it never came.
"Yummy!" Erra exclaimed, her voice strained as she fought to keep the grin on her face. She gagged, but quickly hid it behind another sip, which resulted in another gag. "My favorite is so yummy!"
It was that moment where Elphaba vowed she would never bring her husband's favorite drink into the house ever again.
