Sometimes, two words sound alike but their meanings are so different. Sometimes, my 4-year-old grandgirl likes to be silly as in yesterday's Wearing of the Green Slice of Life. Thinking that she was being silly during the recent cookie-making experience, I misunderstood what she said.
"Grandma, where is the likker?
Looking puzzled, I turned to the baking area and spotted the Creme de Menthe bottle I used to make the green frosting for the cookies."
"Oh, no. She spotted the bottle? How did she know that word, liquor? I said to my son, who was also puzzled by the repetion of the first question.
I paused, then questioned her, "What are you talking about, Aurora?
"Grandma, I said, where is the likker?"
Click! The light bulb went on for me.
"Aurora, did you mean this mixing piece that we used to make the cookies?
"Yes."
The mystery was solved. My son and I were relieved. Aurora smiled in between licks of leftover cookie dough.
- Out of the Mouths of Babes -
