Tuesday, August 26, 2008

From the mouths of babes...

We went to dinner last night, and the Computer Guy got himself a margarita.

Trevor understood this was an "adult beverage." And, he decided to comment on that.

"I wish that lime would make the alcohol disappear."

I don't know where he gets his ideas about alcohol, but he has it in his head that alcohol is bad. And, I don't really understand why. He's never been around someone who is stinkin' drunk. And, we don't lecture him that alcohol is bad. We've told him he can't have it because it will stunt his growth. He's ok with that. In fact, he said, "Oh, I know that kids can't drink alcohol!" with gusto and authority when we reminded him that he can't drink at 5. We've told him that it's OK to enjoy in moderation as we are known to do. But, he'd rather just have us all be tee-totalers. And, that's OK! I just don't know where it comes from. Maybe the Simpsons?!

Well, he's an enigma wrapped in a paradox all full of wisdom and sage advice. I suppose.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Got beer?

We went to A&W/Long John Silver's for dinner tonight. We let Trevor choose. That's why we didn't end up at Olive Garden or some place where the food is brought to your table by servers. This particular A&W/Long John's Silver's continues the tradition of the Frosty Mug. I think that really does make it taste better. But, I digress...

I asked Trevor if he wanted to try the Root Beer from my Frosty Mug. He was curious. He said, "Hmmm, I've never had root beer."

Then, he added, "I've only had real beer."

Oh, yes he did say that!

But, I'm not really sure WHY he said that. I told him that he hadn't really ever had real beer, which is after all an adult beverage (he's been saying "after all" ALL THE TIME lately). He elaborated that he had Mug Root Beer at his Day Camp. I really ought to tell the people at the Chucky Cheese like day camp that I'd prefer they not give me kids soda (yeah, I'm a little opposed to that because I think High Fructose Corn Syrup is just an evil, evil thing, but also because they don't like it all that much, they find it "spicy"...I've digressed again.)

Well, my point is was that in his mind Frosty Mug Root Beer was not real beer, but Mug Root Beer was.

In end, he tasted my root beer and decided it was better than the "real beer" he tasted at Day Camp.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008


We were walking downtown the other day, and Devin saw a friend from school. As I pointed out Devin's friend to him, the friend opened his arms wide and said, "My Friend!" As they met, Devin was embraced by his friend who then offered him a sip of his very own lemonade. Devin was just about to take a drink when the other mom put a kibosh on that.

I saw the other mom at school yesterday, and she said after we walked away, her son said, "But I know that Devin likes lemonade!

Precious Moment of the week....