When I was 11 years old, my parents took me over to dinner at the home of my father’s boss. He and his wife had a daughter named Alice, who was eight at the time.
Towards the end of dinner, Alice picked up a bottle of Coke that had been placed on the table for people to help themselves. Her father looked at her balefully and said sternly: “No more Coke! You’ve had enough already.” “Just one more drop,” the little girl replied cheekily, unscrewing the cap of the bottle.