Ever hear the expression that too much of anything is a bad thing?
I remember one particular summer evening when I was young. Our cousins were over, we were wound up, mom was distracted, and I was pounding the grape juice like a champ.
I was also jumping around the room with a sugar high in sheer bliss. You can probably guess what happened next…
(Hint: it has to do with a chair getting doused with a fresh coating of purple.)