Wednesday, September 18, 2013

My sober kid

Those of you who are my Facebook friends have heard this. But it's worth saying again.

About a year and a half ago, we were all at a dinner for an event.  One of my twins (then eight) walked up to a box of wine, and helped himself to a big glass. 

He sat down at the table and exclaimed, "there is something wrong with the grape juice!"

I took one look at it, and knew it was wine and threw it out. He instantly got cred from his siblings as being the only one who tried some booze. 

So as we were riding on a golf cart in the woods the other day, chit-chatting away, he says, "Mom, I've been sober for 1-1/2 years, where is my fricken medallion?"

I laughed so hard, for a second I forgot to be scared about who was driving the golf cart.