Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Maybe I've lived in Missouri too long

So, I am in the living room with my 3 little angels (I am told by law you must use "cutsie" terms of endearment to refer to your kids on your family blog). Ryan turns to me and says,"daddy, can we have some hick juice".

"What????," I said as I turned to look at my eldest child. "what did you say?"

Ryan replied, "Can we have hick juice with dinner?"

My mind started to wonder. hick juice? What is that? Where would they have heard a term like that and what could it be? I thought maybe he read it in a book. So I asked, "Ryan, what is hick juice?"

Ryan said, "You know daddy, hick juice like we had for lunch"

At this point I wondered what he was talking about but I knew for lunch they hadn't had moonshine so i was a bit relieved and since I had made lunch and there was nothing hick about them. There was nothing hick about the juice......

Finally Ryan says, "Daddy, you know, H, I, C juice"

Still not sure until Alex chimes in, "Hi-C. Yeay. I want hick juice."

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