LimeAde and LemonAde

Some months ago, I told Tim that he needed to bathe because he was a “stinky winky” and he smelled sour. To prove the point, I asked him to come over so I could smell his hair. “See, yucky! You smell sour so you need to bathe.” “Like a Lemon right daddy?”.

HAHAHAHAHA. He decided that we would have new names from then on “for a long long time”. I would be called Lemonade and he would be called Limeade. The reason being that while both of us were sour, I was bigger so I should be a Lemon and him the Lime. Quite clever that.