We're not really licorice eaters here. So when I picked up a bag of licorice for the boys (in order to reward their exemplary in-store behavior), it was something new.
Driving out of the Target parking lot, the backseat conversation went like this:
Andrew: Mom, what's licorice?
Elizabeth: Well, it's candy, but there is something called licorice bark, and that's where the candy gets its distinctive flavor.
Andrew: Oh. I like it!
William (very serious): Andrew, you know who eats licorice don't you?
Andrew: Yeah, me!
William: No, Andrew. [Dramatic pause.] Drunk people.
[LONG PAUSE FROM MOM DRIVING THE BIG RED PASSENGER VAN.]
[AND THEN IT SLOWLY SINKS IN. LIQUOR = LICOR-ICE]
Too funny. If I'd have been drinking a Diet Coke, it would have blown out my nose. And to think my dear son apparently thought I was feeding him food for drunks.
(By way of explanation on the "drunkard" knowledge, our girls were in "Annie," the stage production, a couple years ago. Miss Hannigan in all her glory exposed our kids to theatrical drunkenness. Sigh.)