(Liquor)ice
A Saturday or so ago, my beloved and I decided it was a good night to share a bottle of wine over dinner. The problem was that we didn't have any, so he determined he'd run out to get some.
Since I was outside both gardening and attending to the kids, he chose to ease my burden by taking one of them along. He asked our daughter, "Honey, do you want to come along with Daddy to the liquor store?"
"OK," she said, "but will you give me some licorice when we're there?" We had just picked some up while back-to-school shopping, so I figured that's what she was interested in.
"I can get you some to take along in the car," said Daddy. "Is that what you want?"
"No, I mean we're going to the licorice store, so we have to get some licorice," she said.
Since I was outside both gardening and attending to the kids, he chose to ease my burden by taking one of them along. He asked our daughter, "Honey, do you want to come along with Daddy to the liquor store?"
"OK," she said, "but will you give me some licorice when we're there?" We had just picked some up while back-to-school shopping, so I figured that's what she was interested in.
"I can get you some to take along in the car," said Daddy. "Is that what you want?"
"No, I mean we're going to the licorice store, so we have to get some licorice," she said.
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