Sorry, Sowie

It was a normal day. Bryant had been stealing sips of Liam's Sunkist outside, and was currently sobbing as he tried to convince us that the soda was his. And the other soda. And that he was just taking "somebody's" soft drink for a breath of nice winter air. We were laughing behind his back and trying not to be jerks, but he was a sensation. At last the grilled cheese was ready. Being the only human female, my southern gentleman father served me first. I'm not complaining. I am complaining that the moment MY grilled cheese arrived, Liam took the biggest slice and took a large bite. Of the best part. Right in front of me. Then he was like "Oh sorry, you mean my name isn't Gates? Whoops! You want it back?" Goodness no. So dad made his and he gave me a small piece of that one. Then dad walks up and asks if Liam apologized. Buuuurrrn. So Liam says "Sowie" in a weird voice. I hope for his sake that he meant sorry. So I ask the million-penny question. "Why did you call me a pig?" and his expression was of laughter and shock. He actually didn't know what 'sow' meant. So I explained and he exploded (with laughter) and then I asked exactly what language sowie means sorry in, and he said "the language of pigs!" With way too much enthusiasm. What does he mean by it? I'm not fat!!! And I don't share bacon. At last we made up. After he gave me my grilled cheese tax.

I guess the moral of the story is that you should say what you mean, and if you have food in your mouth, swallow it.

P. S. This is slightly edited. Only slightly.