I think we might still have a language barrier.
Today Richard took William to go make sure all was set at the deer blind. As always, when the kids get to go someplace with daddy they get a special drink at the gas station. The conversation went as follows.
Richard: “William what do you want to drink?”
William: “Can I have a beer?”
Richard (smiling nervously at the clerk) “No, you cannot.”
William: “Why not? Kaleb and Noah had one.”
(clerk is now rolling on the floor in laughter)
Richard: Umm, no they have not. You may have some juice.”
As Richard is telling me this story, my eyebrows raise a good six inches above my head, when I hear he said Kaleb and Noah had partaken of a beer. Noah and Kaleb are laughing and laughing. Finally one manages to get the word soda (for you northerners soda is pop) out of their mouth.
To which William replies, “Oh, yeah! I forgot it was called soda.”