Reply #3: When my (25 yo) son was about a year old we got him a little plastic wagon [View All]

[nolabear]

for an Easter basket. I was a new mom; I didn't realize the wagon was way too light for him to climb into, and when he did he fell out and cut a flap in his upper lip. Blood everywhere, shrieking baby, hysterical parents, oldest, most worn out jammies...couldn't have looked worse.

We jumped in the car and headed to the ER. Now, on Easter morning, there is NO ONE in the ER except old people and folks in some serious state of inebriation. So here we come, dressed in our old ratty jammies, blood all over. There's a coke machine in the ER. And what does my sweet infant son do? He stops crying, stretches out his little hand to the Coke machine, and in a plaintive voice, cries "Beer? Beer?" I swear I have NO idea where he learned it.

The kid is now studying winemaking.