C loves Sprite. Whenever we’re at a restaurant, that’s one of the first things he asks for. We don’t usually give it to him, of course, but he always asks. In fact, he and his brother are curious about pretty much everything that adults drink.
The other day when we went out for pizza, instead of asking for Sprite, he said “Root Beard! I want Root Beard! Please! I want Root Beard!”
We ordered some for him, and he absolutely loved it. At the end of dinner, I tried to tell him that it was pronounced “root beer” and not “root beard.”
“No,” he explained patiently to me, “it’s root BEARD.”
“Yep. It’s called root BEARD because it tastes all fuzzy. Like your beard is fuzzy!”
Good enough. Root Beard it is.