Many years ago when my boys were toddlers, we were loaned a margarita machine to use for a party. We thought it was prudent to borrow it a weekend early, so we could figure out how to use it, and test different mixes / ratios of mix and tequila. Luckily, we had a friend come over on a Friday night who volunteered to help us with the test drive.
Well, the test drive went so well he ended up spending the night on the couch. Let’s just say he was not in any condition for bacon and eggs Saturday morning. He would periodically step into the back yard for some “fresh air” and my three year old, Corwin, asked what was wrong, and I gave some non-specific answer and then promptly changed the subject.
So the following week I take the kids into day care one morning, and as we start to walk into the building, Corwin barfs all over the sidewalk and entry mat. As I apologize, put the one-year-old down, and start to clean up, Corwin’s teacher walks up, bends over to comfort him and says, “I’m so sorry Corwin that you’re not feeling well.” Corwin doesn’t miss a beat, looks up with his big blue eyes, and shakes his head as he explains, “Oh Miss Caroline, I think I had too many margaritas.”
Since that three-year-old is now a freshman in college, I think I can safely assume the statute of limitations for CPS to come investigate me based on this statement has expired. If not, well I guess I know what I should serve when they show up. Salt or no salt? Frozen or on the rocks?