A little boy hurts his finger, runs in the house, and calls out to his mother.
"Oh," she says, "let me get a band-aid for that."
"No!" Crys the boy. "Cider!"
"Cider?" the mother exclaims. "What on earth do you want cider for?"
"Because," he explains, "Sis says whenever she gets a ***** in her hand, she likes to put it in cider."
"Oh," she says, "let me get a band-aid for that."
"No!" Crys the boy. "Cider!"
"Cider?" the mother exclaims. "What on earth do you want cider for?"
"Because," he explains, "Sis says whenever she gets a ***** in her hand, she likes to put it in cider."