Drank the Kool Aid

Well, he did it.  Henry drank the Kool Aid.

Our next door neighbor, Anna, and her friend set up a Kool Aid stand this afternoon, and when Henry and I pulled into the driveway, he said, "Now let's go see what Anna's doing!"  Turns out, she was embracing our street's spirit of entrepreneurship (referring to Daddy's home office, of course) and was selling cold Kool Aid for fifty cents a cup--free refills.

Henry went back for more:

The girls were delighted.  Anna loves Henry, but, mainly, we were their only customers as of dinnertime.  

Henry loved it!

There was still a faint red stain when he went to bed tonight.  Kool Aid really leaves a mark. 

Apologies for the "drank the Kool Aid" reference... or am I the only one who cringes just a tad when it's used?