Last night was the same as any other, as we all settled and tucked in. Perhaps my son had been watching reruns of blues clues, or listening in on his big brother, or any one of a million things just before he came to me with the most curious question. Rather in his own innocent attempt to make sense of our comical world, or perhaps a more simple mimicry of sorts, he tapped me on the shoulder and asked:
“Mom?”
Me: “Yeah, kid?”
Son: “I was wondering…”
Me: “Uhhuh, c’mon, spit it out.”
Son: “Well… you know how you call your iPhone an Apple?”
Me: “yes son”
Son: “Then how come you don’t call your charger… Apple juice??”
Me: (scratching head) “Now, why in the world didn’t I think of that?!”