Tang!

Night ran out of juice tonight. This is a horrifying experience, I am sure you can imagine; however, I solved the problem. A few weeks ago, I bought a container of Tang because I read (somewhere?) that it is helpful in cleaning toilets-it worked okay. Anyway, I remembered the Tang and decided to introduce it to my son in order to avoid a tantrum. As an added bonus, it is a mix, so I could water it down...
Anyway, as I'm mixing it, he asks me what it is called. I say, "It is called Tang." Then we talk a while, and I say something else about Tang. He then says, "Oh, I thought it was cocaine."