A dirty martini with mid-morning cartoons...
Hittin' the sauce right under Mom's nose. Note how deftly he turns away from her, to hide this indiscretion.
Soon he can be seen carousing with MUCH older women.
He makes no attempt to camoflauge his age, as evidenced by his 5-year-old fist around the stem of the glass.
Ginger ale. Riiiight...
Thanks to this young man for helping clean up from the previous evening's neighborhood holiday party, and to his parents for allowing him to celebrate New Year's Eve and my birthday in style -- with stemmed glassware. I promise to take this post down before he begins applying for college.
1 comments:
Hey. Aunt Amy. The kid is 4, not 5. Get your journalist facts straight!!!
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