I was going to have fun with my 10-year-old son Sam and I could hardly wait.

I called Sam over and said, “Liquid.”  A big smile flashed across my face.

Sam, a little confused, responded with a quiet, “What?”

“Liquid,” I repeated.

Still confused, Sam answered with hesitation, “Water?”

“Sam,” I said a bit exasperated, “earlier today you said that ‘Liquid’ was one of your least favorite words.”

Sam, even more confused now, “No.”

Me, desperate to avoid the group of confusion, “If is wasn’t ‘Liquid,’ then what was it?”

Sam briefly thought before suddenly grinning and a clarifying answer, “It was ‘Juices.’  Ewww, I hate the word ‘Juices.'”

Sadly, I was somewhat right, but only in a “Dad” sort of way, which in my case is just right.