"I'm going to the bar!"
Mama: "You are going where??????"
Isabelle: "To the bar."
Mama: "Let's not go to the bar."
Isabelle: "No, to the bar. Like Cinderella did."
Mama, relieved: "Oh! You mean the ball!"
Wow! We dodged that one!
(Dress like a pirate day at Krispy Kreme 2 years ago - thought it would be fitting for a bar joke...)