The Case of the Missing Cranberry Juice

On Saturday I bought my husband some cranberry juice. Last night before he went to bed, he went to pour himself a glass. The cranberry juice container was not in the fridge. My intuition told me that Jason might have something to do with its disappearance. I went upstairs and Jason was still awake. I asked him where he put the cranberry juice. He immediately looked down and got scared. I told him he wasn't in trouble and to show me where he put it. He started getting out of bed and then stopped because I think he was afraid I would be mad. Jason had guilt written all over his face. I knew he knew where it was because usually if I ask, "Who did this?" (usually referring to a mess or something broken) he will fully admit and yell, "Mommy, me did it!" However, last night he just kept quiet and didn't even say, "I no know." We went to bed never finding the juice and hoping there wasn't a puddle of it anywhere on any carpet.

This morning at about 11AM Jason called me over to the refrigerator and said, "Mommy, look! There it is!" Sure enough there was the cranberry juice right there on the shelf. And no, it was not there the entire time. I know he got it from wherever he had hidden it and put it back while I wasn't looking. That sneaky devil! I'm still hoping there's not a puddle of it anywhere.