Chas has dinner made, or mostly made, when I get home three nights a week. Last night he poured himself a glass of white wine as he chopped and sauteed. Sparky came into the kitchen and saw the white wine in the glass (we usually drink red wine).
"Can I have a taste?"
(Whine, wheedle, plead, beg, whine some more, SUCCESS)
"Mmmm, I like it. I want another taste."
"No, you've had enough."
(Whine, wheedle, plead, beg, whine some more, FAILURE)
"NO! This is BOOZE!"
"I LIKE BOOZE!"
We have now banned that word from our vocabulary. If you hear her say it, you'll understand how it happened.