Li: Mama, my lemonade tastes funny.
Me: Funny like what (I try it, it’s fine)?
Li: Like blood.
Me: How do you know what blood tastes like?
Li: I looked it up on the Internet so I know. It’s definitely blood punch.
Me: I promise I didn’t give you blood punch. (But now it tastes like blood punch to me, too. Says so on the Internet. Bleh)
Unrelated, a photo of the hen led us through the maze at Adams Farm.