IB in his favorite stance.
We were invited to a friend’s home for an evening meal. IB (my grandson), as usual did all the stuff eight years old do — running up, and downstairs playing with the other kids. At parties he doesn’t take a morsel of food concentrating all his energies on playing. He is usually dead tired, and thirsty at the end.
Normally he waits till we are all in the car going back home, and say, “I am dehydrated!”
This time he couldn’t wait, and kept announcing that he was dehydrated. One kindly lady held a glass of water to him, and said, “here take this”.
“No, I want coke”.
All the guests present laughed that instead of water he needed coke to quench his thirst.