Me: “Will you do me a favor? Can you please bring me a Vanilla Coke in a freezer sleeve?”
PN: “Sure! I knew you were going to ask me that! I read your mind!”
(about five minutes later she returns empty handed…)
PN: “I couldn’t open the box.”
Me: “Oh, is it too hard? Do you need help with that?”
PN: “No, no, it’s not that it’s too hard, it’s illegal for me to open it, because I’m only seven!”
Me (bursting out laughing): “Illegal? What makes you say that?”
PN: “Because on the box it says you have to be 13 or older.”
Me: “It does? This I’ve gotta see – come on and you can show me. Let’s go check it out!”
Here’s what she read:
“Literal Girl” thought it meant you had to be a legal resident of the US and 13 years old or older to open the box.
In case you were wondering (because we know you were), yes, we do have a shelf in the fridge dedicated to drinking:
Vanilla Coke for me, Pepsi for the hubby, and juice bags and juice boxes for the Princess Nagger. I always have to make sure I have both bags and boxes of juice, because if I’m out of one or the other, that will invariably be what the Princess Nagger wants. The one I don’t have.
And for those that are wondering where the wine is…that has a fridge all its own.