(Att: MN Department of Child Protective Services--please jump to next post)
Jessica and I were having dinner the other night. As we left to take our dishes into the dining room, I came back to observe a very happy Lewis in his high chair, tilting back my previously half-full beer mug, trying to get one more drop. His shirt and the table were wet with tasty Bass Ale. I was tempted to open another for him.