it's my life

Little Johnny came running into the house crying his eyes out and cradling his hand.
"Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!" he wailed.
"Why do you want a glass of cider?" asked mom.
"I pricked my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away." said Little Johnny.
Confused, but weary of the child's whining, the mother obliged and poured him a glass of cider. Little Johnny immediately dunked his hand in it.
"Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn't work!" whined Little Johnny.
"What are you talking about?" asked his increasingly perplexed parent.
"Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can't wait to get it in cider!"