Hitting the Bottle
Maya is teething.
“Put whisky on her gums,” they said. “They” are an assortment of experienced moms I’ve consulted.
“Can’t I use rum? I hate whisky!”
“Oh, I did that with (experienced mom’s youngest child) and she acted like she wanted more!”
Well, we can’t have that, can we? Yesterday, I bought the smallest bottle of whisky I could find: a 99-cent airplane bottle. This afternoon, we gave it a whirl.
Me: “Just let me get a little on your gums. I know it’s nasty, but it’ll help you hurt less.” (rubbing a dampened finger in Maya’s mouth)
Maya looks at me, then opens wide for more, please.
For crying out loud, Maya! If you’re going to like booze, fine…but whisky? Blech!
