Blah, treasure them while they are young and cute...
We had a nine year old get completely ripped at my sister's wedding! The lemonade was Lynchburg, he didn't realize it. Another guest was a pediatrician, she declared him fine. The next day he was pitiful, but that night he was a hoot. He dancedupa storm... A trashed fourth grader
is
pretty cute.
I've been home with my ankle hurting all day, and my sleep schedule is all off.
They aren't going to let him sleep until he can walk inside by himself and he has consumed (and kept down) adequate fluids. Then his mom will let him sleep sitting upright on the couch. She will likely torture him tomorrow while he is hung over. Lots of bright light and loud mom.
Ouchie. I hope you are able to get some rest, Hil. I am going to try and get some sleep now.
I've been sleeping on and off all day, and I have no idea what time my body thinks it is. But I've got several channels of nineties sitcoms to choose from, so at least there's something to do. Do I want to watch Roseanne, George Lopez, or A Different World?
A trashed fourth grader is pretty cute.
My mom didn't think so when a lot of different people thought it was cute to give me a sip of champagne at a reception. Lots of people, lots of sips. My memories are both spinny and filled with Journey.
Please note: We did not
intentionally
trash the nine year old.
Oh, of course not.
Intentionally
getting a nine year old trashed is a million kinds of wrong. So long as there is no physical, emotional or other harm happening, an
accidentally
trashed (and safe, safe is key) nine year old is funny.
Ooh! Unless knowing all those Journey lyrics is because of champagne. Maybe drinking is just evil like that.