Kids say the darndest things.
As I sat in the living room one evening with Domino and Sophie as they terrorized the house, Domino suddenly noticed a shiny, silver can of Coors Light sitting on the brown coffee table.
He slowly walked over to the can, picked it up with his two small hands, and peered inside with his right eye up to the hole. He pulled his head away, and looked at Grandma and said in his limited, but accurate vocabulary, “Is Daddy’s juice!”
Yes son, that is Daddy’s juice.
