When my daughter was very young we lived on a mountain near Scottsville, Alabama. We had to cross a long bridge to get to town, passing a bait shop/quick mart on the way. At three years of age she loved to ask for us to stop at the bait shop for "cut-down" bubble gum, we usually obliged and let her pay for it herself at the counter.
But every time we asked her what "cut-down" meant she'd get indignant and say, "You know!"
It was years and years before she was able to remind us that the area around the bait shop had a hillside of cut down trees where they were clearing for road improvements!
Of course, this is the same child who wouldn't eat the bubble gum the rural postman gave her because it had two little tiny 'dimples' in it (remember those log-shaped ones?) and she thought he had bitten it first!
Jan in VA