I’ll never forget the first time my now 9 year old was offered a Pop.
“A what?” he replied to the offerer.
“A Sprite or an orange pop. Your mom needs to say it’s okay.” The adult here though that perhaps I didn’t give my four year old soda (or maybe he was five. Definitely early in life.)
“Oh, Aunt Michelle,” he said, “You mean soda.”
Yep. I am the proud parent of that kid.
But he has a good point. I grew up calling it pop because I lived in South Dakota during elementary school. In high school, I went to a boarding school in Wisconsin, and started calling it soda.