Last night as I was putting her to bed Liel rolled over and looked up at me.
"Norrrrrrmally", she said, "um, normally when go on a motorcycle ride we wear helmets. And we have a little basket with fruit punched tucked in it. And then we unclip the basket and take the fruit punch out!" She rolled back over.
No, we haven't been on any motorcycle rides lately. Haven't even owned a motorcycle in her entire life. But what biker wouldn't want a basket (or, "baksick" as Liel says) with fruit punch tucked inside it?