[note: it is 5:17PM and we are jet lagged; everyone just had a meltdown in the grocery store; I poured myself a glass of wine just shy of 5:00 (it always seems a good idea to go public with drinking that begins in the 4 o'clocks)]
Silas: whine whine whine whine whine whine may I have some lemonade please?
Bronwen pours the lemonade.
Sweet silence for a few minutes.
Then, Silas with a skeptical look on his face: is there water in this lemonade?
Bronwen: a bit.
Silas: I don't want water in my lemonade!
Bronwen: Ok. you don't have to drink it.
Silas: I don't like water in my lemonade AT ALL! I don't want ANY water in my lemonade! I don't want this water in my lemonade!! I DON'T---
Bronwen: Well, then I guess you'll just have to chew some lemons because lemonade is MADE of WATER.
Silas: ... ... you mean lemons.
Bronwen: No, I mean water.