My mother always said, “If the juice is red, it’s beet juice!”
I wished for years that I had her big ol’ butcher knife, and I don’t know which one of the kids got it when she passed away. Probably my prevert brother,
Your mother used to beat juice?
Which remindes me of the day I was trying to get my very young son upstairs so I could get him ready for bead and I started toward the stairs saying, “I’m going to beat you.”
He ran toward the stairs yelling, “Don’t beat me, Daddy! Don’t beat me!”
The front door was wide open. Fortunately nobody was outside.