Juice junkie

I lost complete control of the day when someone handed Belle a juice pouch.  Belle came home and drank two more juice pouches.  She also drank an Italian soda.  Granted we'd both survived a days long heat wave and needed to replace lost nutrients.  Unfortunately, I didn't have the space or the time to hide the juice pouches, nor could I hide the berry turnovers or the giant cookie.  I stuffed my face with sweets too just to get them out of the house.  Belle ate warm pita bread and sauteed potatoes with fresh dill later on.  She refused beef and bok choy soup, madras lentils and sardines in oil.