Might Have A Liquorice Problem

(I am about six years old at the time, and I’m quite sick. My mother and grandmother have given me a children’s dose of [Brand Cold Medicine].)

Me: *drinking the medicine and making a bad face* “Ugh, this tastes like liquor!”

Mom: “Liquor!?!”

Me: “Yeah, the yucky kind of liquor!”

Grandmother: “Where on earth did you get liquor!?!”

Mom: “And who gave it to you!?!”

Me: “You know, when we went to [Local Ice Cream Bar that has a variety of toppings] and I wanted the red liquor pieces that I like, but I also tried the black liquor and it was really nasty. This stuff tastes like the black liquor!”

Mom: “Oh, licorice!”

(Both started laughing. It was many years before I realized why my mother and grandmother looked ready to kill someone over a six-year-old having licorice!)