A little girl came running into the house crying her eyes out and cradling her hand. “Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!” she wailed.

“Why do you want a glass of cider?” asked mom.

“I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away.”

Confused, but weary of the child’s whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it. “Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn’t work!” whined the little one.

“What are you talking about?” asked her increasingly perplexed parent.

“Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever her friend gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider!”