I recently heard a man tell an endearing story about his three-year-old granddaughter.  She was learning to be helpful in the kitchen, and even though she was only twice the size of the gallon jug of orange juice, she was determined to pour her own glass of juice to go with her breakfast.  As he gathered other things for the breakfast table, he turned around to see that she was carefully pouring the juice into the glass and that it was just about to overflow.  She either didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping, or she was unaware of the consequence of continuing to pour, so he shouted “Stop!” and she did.  He told of his amazement at how very full of juice the glass was, and that not a single drop had hit the countertop.  But his granddaughter wasn’t done being helpful.  She wanted to carry the glass to the table, too.  Not willing to say no to her sweetness, he allowed her to pick up the glass and make her way to the breakfast table.  Naturally, the glass did not stay so full.  She sloshed a little here and a little there, covering herself and her path from kitchen to table with little sloshes of orange juice.