I found a regular pattern occurs when I walk to the refrigerator; I turn to find #6 silently standing before me, holding up an empty cup (or bottle at bedtime) with a single question on his little lips, “Jooos?”
I am starting to believe that he has a “refrigerator-sense” in his little head. Or perhaps he has a tripwire that sends a signal specifically engineered for his ears alone. Whatever the case may be, no matter where he is in the house, when the refrigerator door closes there he is, “Jooos?”
There have been times when I have gone to the fridge for something only to find #6 at my feet and the rest of my brood at his heels. They wait, using their younger brother as a lighting rod to see whether it is safe for them to ask for juice as well. If I do answer in the affirmative I am immediately rushed by the younger children while the older ones wait at a discrete distance. They have learned not overwhelm their parents if they are to receive their share of juice.
And even in the early morning before I leave for work I have been greeted by the little footsteps of #6 and his usual question, “Jooos?” Sometimes he greets me with the bottle he went to bed with, while at other times he presents the bottle half filled with milk that we have been missing for two weeks.
I have also known him to try to head me off. I come into the kitchen to find him standing among the contents that was once within the small cupboard filled with the plastic cups and bottles. It seems that the cup he was after was at the back of the cupboard. “Jooos?”