J grabbed a small packet of ketchup, the kind you get from fast-food restaurants, and asked if he could drink it.
"No," was my automatic response.
"But it's ketchup! I know how to open it. I tear this part and then I drink it!"
"No. Is ketchup water? No, it's not. So, no."
"But ketchup is juice," he pleaded.
Upon hearing that, I turned from the sink to take a closer look at this imp.
He gave me a big smile and asked, "So, can I drink it?"
Nice try.
"No."
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