Jane and I went on a few errands yesterday, including a trip to the liquor store. In Pennsylvania, if you want to buy wine or other liquor you need to go to a special place called The State Store. Beer is purchased somewhere else entirely. It is a complete hassle. One of the inconveniences of being a PA resident.
I usually don't go to the liquor store with my children because there is way too much opportunity for them to knock over a bottle of something. But Jane is pretty good these days in stores and actually quite helpful. I just wanted to pick up a few bottles of wine, so I headed in.
Jane pushed the cart with me and I searched for specials and known favorites. I spotted a Chardonnay in a brand of wine we like, but I really needed the Pinot Noir (pronounced pee-no new-are, which is relevant, you'll see).
We continued to walk around and then went up to the checkout. I held up the wine, with a very distinctive sun logo on it, and asked, "Do you have this in a Pinot Noir?"
We followed the store clerk to the back of the building where some of the red wines were hiding. As we looked at the shelves, Jane recognized the logo and pointed, "Look Mommy, there's the penis wine you wanted!"
Pinot, penis, whatever.
Even funnier is that nobody seemed to understand what she said but me, who burst out laughing. I wonder what they would have thought had they heard her!