Em's Note

Em received a note in the school mail from a friend of hers. When she read it, she giggled like crazy:

Dear Emily
I will always chase on the playground and hug you to get the juice out of you!
From Savanna

I read the note and asked her what it meant. It went like this:

Me: "Em, what did Savanna's note mean?"
Em: "That she can't go to Wal-Mart."
Me: "Huh?"
Em: (rolling her eyes in disbelief that I don't get it)
Em: "Dad, Savanna likes Wal-Mart's juice, which I get to drink, but she doesn't so if she squeezes it out of me, then she can have it."
Me: "Oh. Sure. Makes sense."