I was sitting in the Ice Room just now, enjoying the ebbing daylight, writing some gibberish notes to myself, when Mojo came in.

"Can I have some of that V8 Splash that's on the counter."

"That's not V8 Splash."

"Can I have some?"

"Uh, yeah. But that's regular V8. Vegetable juice. No fun."

But it looked so berry delicious he wanted it anyway. So I went into the kitchen with him because I had to see this.

"Get yourself a smaller glass," I said, already anticipating what was about to happen.

I poured out some of the red stuff and handed it to him. He took a tiny sip, made a face of intense disgust, then put it down and left.

This won't be the first time Mojo ignores his father's advice and tries something anyway. But what am I gonna do now with this open bottle of V8? If I had vodka I'd make a bloody mary.