It was Christmas Eve and we were happily enjoying dinner with my parents at their home. Tristan, being the picky eater that he is, asked to get down from his high chair after a mere two bites. I let him down to go play and settled back down to enjoy my own dinner. At one point, he toddled over and signed to me that he wanted milk. Knowing that he probably wanted to nurse but having an interest in actually finishing my own dinner, I handed him my own glass of milk from the table. I always drink milk with dinner so didn’t think twice about handing him my glass. He slurped it back greedily and then looked up at me and grinned.
“Wow, buddy. You were really thirsty!” I remarked.
Then I took a sip out of my glass myself. When the liquid touched my lips, I almost spat it out.
You see, I always drink milk at dinner. But this was a special dinner. It was Christmas Eve.
“OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “I just fed my kid rum and eggnog!!”
The whole table erupted in laughter. I couldn’t believe I just did that. Me, the mom who so closely monitors her child’s diet just fed her 20 month old RUM!
Yup, mom of the year. Oh well, at least I’ve got a good story to tell him when he’s older!
A Mom Like Me 
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