There is an episode of Nickelodean's Blue's Room where Blue asks, "My juice is blue, what color is your juice?" For some reason this line has always stuck in my mind as the epitome of innocence. The simple discussion of juice, shared between friends. Okay, to me, it was also an indicator that my children were still young. As long as Blue was in our house, as long as songs of juice and sharing and clues swirled from the television, I could still revel in all things toddler; pretend they weren't growing up as fast as they were.
