The Boy's First Time Sneaking A Drink At A Wedding
1) "What is this delightful looking concoction?"2) "Mommy's off doing the Macarena and can't see me..."
3) Down the hatch!
4) "Damn, that was good!"
(It was just punch, before anyone decides to call child welfare services. He liked the sugar on the rim)
posted by Desperate Housewife at
10:26 PM
12 Comments:
Sweet Jesus, is that a mesh shirt? At least there's something under it.
I see Daddy's been dressing him to go with him to the gay bars again.
No I think he was out in Grady's parking lot putting a dozen dollar store deer warning thingies on your car. ;-)
These are the best pictures of the boy yet! He is just so adorable.
And good for you. I let my kids start drinking when they were 4. Now during their teenage years, They can handle their alcohol. While everyone else is puking in the bushes, they're still pounding them back. It's pretty cool. I think they actually do better in school with a little buzz on, too. They're much friendlier, anyway. The teachers seem to like them a lot.
So, anyway, good for you. Go Evan. At 8 he should be introduced to tequilla.
just kidding!!! hahahahaha I really wanted to type this and not put just kidding but I couldn't do it.
You were kidding? Then maybe I shouldn't mention that Santa is going to put some pretty good weed in the Boy's Christmas stocking.
Okay, just kidding!
He's adorable!
Ahahha, too funny.
God bless sugar-rimmed drinks - at any age.
Have you ever had a bartender make it with salt by mistake? oh, that's awful.
Uck!
lol...cute. Two years ago I went to my Cousin Billy's wedding and his baby brother who just happens to be my Godson/Cousin was in rare form. He was 10 at the time and he ran up to me and asked if I would go get him a drink from the bar. So I asked him what he wanted, Coke, 7-up, Mountain Dew? He said, "I want the blue stuff." I said, "What Blue stuff?" He said, "The blue stuff behind the bar." Like an idiot, I assume that they have kool-aid or something for the kids. I drag him over to the bar and tell him to point it out to me. He points at the big bottle of blue Rum. I look at the bottle, then at him and he had the biggest $h#% a$$ grin on his face. He totally knew what he was doing. I said, "Have you lost your mind, Kid?! At this point he is hugging my waist begging me to let him try it. I said, "I'm not going to jail...if you want some, go ask your brother, he's trashed and won't know any better." Honestly, I thought it would have been quite a good story for the family history book..."How Billy ended up spending his wedding night in jail"..instead we have a story about how every single male member of the wedding party ended up in the hotels "closed" swimming pool in their tuxs and how the police were called several times because they were all VERY loud. Don't look at me, I was the DD and drove my Parents home before things got good. I always miss all the fun.
Netter, don't you know that your duties as Godmother include the child's spiritual upbringing, and getting them their first drink?
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