On our way home from dinner, Daddy decided to stop by the local wine and spirits shop. It is a beautiful high end store in a well to do area of town. We park and Daddy runs in while I wait with Max in the car.
“Is this the lik-er store?” Max asks in her nasal Tennessee twang.
“Yep, it’s the liquor store,” I answer.
“Why does Daddy go to the lik-er store all the time?”
“I have no idea, sweetie.”
“Well, I will have to investigate that at school!” Max declares.
Great. That will be fabulous. So, in her head, Daddy goes to the lik-er store all the time and mommy is gonna get nailed for drinking coffee and driving.