You may not have noticed it in the collage from the other post but it is a clearly labelled pitcher of "grown up" aka a very mildly alcoholic cherry lemonade. Well as Rob and I were cleaning up after the shower I asked him if he wanted to finish it off because I wasn't going to save it but I didn't want the cherry vodka to go to waste. (Seriously it was a Sunday night and I was asking my husband, who was helping me clean up, to finish off a pitcher of a now very watered down adult beverage. Wife of the year, eh?) He looks at me, after I explain my rationale for why I didn't want to waste it, with a look of sheer horror and I knew it immediately. He had given our 3 year old son some of the booze. In his sippy cup. Oh heaven help us. Well he was already sleeping (wonder why) so I ran upstairs to check his breathing. All seemed fine. I even sniffed his breath for any hint of alcohol but luckily I came up short. Rob assured me it was watered down at a 75/25 ratio with water being the 75% and the small size sippy cup had only been half drunk (nice choice of words, huh?). So we Finance majors figured he could have only consumed about an ounce of the actual beverage, which itself was mixed very heavily with lemonade and melted ice cubes. Nonetheless we were both horrified that we, his parents, had given him his first taste of hard liqueur. I was at least hoping that this would have given him a more restful nights sleep, but alas our boy was still up and at em before 6. No hangover either:)
2 comments:
haha, that's awesome! Tell Rob he gets Father of the Year award for sure this year. ;)
My favorite part was when Rob complained about the flowers and you suggested that you might be able to get more use out of them at Tommys funeral :)
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