Not so fresh squeezed

The Girl is obsessed with the OJ commercial where the straw is in the orange. She has made several attempts as of late to replicate this at home. Today, she brought me a small glass with OJ and a straw in it. Girl: Dad, would you like to try my fresh-squeezed Tropicana? Me: Sure honey. Hey, that's actually pretty good. It was good, I wasn't lying. Girl: I squeezed until I saw a black spot in the orange. Me: I wish you would have told me that before I drank it. Lovely, juice from an orange with black spots. I should have known better, this is the same girl with fuzzy limes a few months ago.