We recently ate a restaurant and as we paid our bill the waitress asked our small son what we were going to do next. Excitedly, Jamie said, “We have whisky in the car, you know.”

The waitress glared at me and walked off before I could explain to her that our dog – Whisky – was indeed waiting for us to return to the parking lot.

Submitted by Joanne Aitch
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