One day Little Johnny came home with a prick on his finger.
“Mommy, can I have a glass of cider for the prick on my hand?”
His mom offered to take it out with the tweezers. “No, I’d
rather have some cider.” he said. His mom gave him the glass of
cider and Little Johnny took it to his room.
She was curious to know what he was going to do with it. So she
peered into the room and, to her surprise, saw him dipping his
finger in the cider. “What are you doing young man?!” she asked.
“Yesterday I heard sis on the phone and she said that whenever
she has a prick in her hand she can’t wait to get it in cider
(inside her)!”