While Tim and I don’t drink beer often, we sometimes keep a spare 6-pack in the garage (on a shelf I THOUGHT the kids couldn’t reach) for when my stepdad visits.
Normally, he doesn’t leave any bottles behind (meaning he can down a 6-pack quicker than I can inhale a meal before my kids have their hands all over it). He loves beer more than life itself. Even more than I enjoy a glass or two (or five) of wine.
Landon came in from the garage the other night, armed with a bottle of beer, his sippy cup and his beloved blankie, apparently hoping for a little nightcap before drifting off to sleep.
A bright smile lit up his face as he asked, “I have beer in my sippy cup, please?”
I laughed hysterically….until I realized the boy was serious, as evidenced by the following short video.
Geez, you’d think I was telling him that Thomas the Train was going into retirement or that the Keebler Elves gorged on their own cookies and then exploded into a tiny million pieces.
Slow down, little buddy….there will be plenty of time for drinking beer and partying when you’re a frat boy in college.
For now, let’s keep it narrowed down to apple juice or milk in the sippy cup, okay?