I give my baby alcohol. On a regular basis.
(Did I just hear everyone’s jaw hit the floor? Excellent! Mission: Shock the Masses was a success!)
Now that I have your attention, let me tell you the rest of the story –
My 18-month-old son loves me SO much that he wants to taste everything that I drink. Since I’m a CPA, I drink wine or beer probably three to four evenings a week. No sooner do I open that beer or pour that glass of wine but my little guy toddles over to me and says “Mmm, mmm, mmm” expectantly, dancing from one foot to the other, barely containing his impatience. If I don’t get the message right away, he’ll reach up for me and say “P” (translation: up).
Once I pick him up and put him in my lap, I have to be on my toes because he will LUNGE for my glass, arm outstretched. We haven’t had any party fouls (i.e. spilled drinks) yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
So what do I do? I dip my pinky in my glass, get just a little droplet on my finger, and put it in his mouth to let him taste it. And he doesn’t hate it, which really kinda blows my mind. But he doesn’t throw a fit when I tell him that’s all he gets, so that’s good.
At this point he usually loses interest in me, slides himself down off my lap, and goes off in search of something to throw / bang / push across the floor / eat off the floor.
And that’s it! Not so terrible after all, eh?
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