When the server came to get our drink order, she threw out a few choices including a Strawberry-Banana-Breeze. Well Megan thought that sounded pretty darn good and told me off to the side that she'd like one of those. I informed her that the fruity dream drink contained alcohol, and thankfully, she understood that to mean she could not have it.
Later that afternoon ...
Megan: Mom, is alcohol - drugs?
Me: Yeah, I guess you could say that. They both do things to your mind.
Megan: Like what kinda' things?
Me thinking how in the world do you describe such a thing to a 7 year old?: Oh, like, making your mind not work quite right so you can't think clearly.
Amanda clearly not impressed with my explanation: They make you lose your place, Megan.
Me: That too.