Apologies for the long absence from the blog world, but ya' see yesterday, the Happy Elf, our two year old, became a man. We were at my parents' house for Sunday dinner (mom's spaghetti is the best!) and we were joined by my brother-in-law from San Diego who was in St. Louis for business and drove up for a visit. He and my father cracked open a couple of Coors Light and were pulled into the family room to watch some baseball action and left their beers behind on the kitchen counter.
Happy Elf sensing that there was soda to be had, climbed up on his little stool and while our backs were turned for the proverbial two seconds, wrapped his little hands around that Rock Mountain Silver Bullet goodness.
Sugarpop saw him first and hauled her 10 month pregnant vessel over to the Elf. It appears that he probably got a taste, but didn't like it, but was just about to sample it again to see if maybe it would taste different when it was whisked out of his hands.
Just to be safe we've scheduled an intervention with the Elf and instead of enrolling him in a summer art program he'll spend the summer in detox.
So we're taking it one day at a time and our proud of the Elf's one day of sobriety.
3 comments:
Silly boy! You should have him watch the pool hall scene in Pinnochio. That will set him straight.
You know they say they giving them a taste takes all the mystery out of it and they are less likely to abuse alcohol in high school. The Happy Elf is a bit young, but we all know how intelligent he is and wise beyond his years!
good god that's too funny
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