This Can’t Be Good

This weekend, My Honey made crab for dinner.  He’s a good Honey and I’ll probably keep him.  Anyway, he asked me what kind of wine went well with crab, because he decided to saute some veggies and figured we’d just drink the rest.  I picked Gewurztraminer because it’s my favorite white. 

At dinner, Sassy and The Bandit was very curious about what we were drinking.  I told them wine.  Sassy wanted to know if that was alcohol.  I told her it was.  She scrunched up her nose in disdane.  She has the same opinion of alcohol as she does smoking cigarettes.  I agree with only half of her assessment.  The Bandit wanted to know more. 

“What does the wine taste like?” he wanted to know. 

My Honey offered him a sip, assuming he wouldn’t like it and that would be the end of it.  The Bandit nodded eagerly, and his daddy gently tipped the wine glass to his lips, giving him the tiniest sip.  Even while he was swallowing the liquid, he was giving My Honey a tiny little thumbs up.  He even licked his lips.

After the crab was ravaged, I was loading the dishwasher, and the kiddos were clearing the table.  I looked over and there The Bandit was, drinking the last of my glass.  He only got about two swallows, but still, what I need is for that little boy to have less inhibitions.  Just ask my coworker who witnessed him running around the parking lot at my work on Friday with his pants around his ankles.  Deep sigh.  I can’t wait until he’s old enough for me to embarrass him.  I’m going to take that job very seriously.