A long time ago — I forget why, there was some parenting theory of ours behind it at the time — we established a family tradition that the children may have juice boxes with their dinner if Mark and I are having a beer or a glass of wine with dinner.
This has, of course, resulted in the children’s plying us with alcohol at every opportunity. "Mom! Mommmmm! I brought you a beer! Do you want to open it? Can I have a juice box? Can I have the cap from the bottle?"
The other morning Milo, who is four, got a Summit EPA out of the fridge and brought it to Mark. "Daddy. Do you want to have a beer?"
"Milo, I’m eating oatmeal. I have beer with dinner sometimes, not for breakfast."
"Please, Dad? Will you have a beer? Please?"
"Milo, I don’t want one. Besides, I can’t have a beer right before I go to work. It’s against the rules."
Milo stared at Mark with very wide eyes. Then he stammered, "It’s against the rules of beer?"
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