We were riding in the car last night after eating out (which we do too much). It was pretty quiet, then Plato dropped this bomb:
Plato: Mom? I've had a shot drink before.
I looked at JeepMan, who was driving. He frequently tunes out the kids when driving. He didn't offer any explanation.
What is a shot drink, Plato?
Plato: Well, you drink it from a little glass and you chug it.
We often have chugging contests at the dinner table to see who can finish their milk first...MILK. It's a fun way to encourage dairy intake.
Where did you have this shot drink?
Plato: At Grandma's.
I could feel the heat rising to my face. I forced my voice to stay calm. Of course I knew which Grandma. My mother would never think to give my kids shots of any kind. I looked at JeepMan: blank expression.
Are you listening to this?
JeepMan: Yeah, my mom had us all do shots for St. Patty's.
That's it, no elaboration. I could see that I would have to pry it out of him.
Shots of WHAT?
JeepMan: Well, Mom and I had Bailey's and the kids had chocolate milk.
Plato: Yeah, Mom, I CHUGGED it!
The Boss: ME TOO MOM!!
Somehow the fact that it was "only" chocolate milk didn't make it that much better. I have an issue with the fact that the kids are even being exposed to this kind of behavior. Now I know I was a relatively naive kid, but I truly didn't know what a shot was until I was about 18. I guess I believe in keeping my kids oblivious to things like this as long as possible. It's not like naughty words and sexual innuendo, which kids are just going to be exposed to on some level by their peers at a relatively young age whether you like it or not. Things like shots are things you can choose to deny or severely limit exposure to until they are quite a bit older.
Rational as that may sound, try explaining this concept to my mother-in-law. The fact that she was such a great mother to my husband (choke) doesn't help much; the fact that she could never comprehend that something she did was wrong renders it impossible.
Final example: her idea of funny is taking pictures of my children wearing beer caps and putting empty beer bottles up to their lips.
Call me crazy - I don't see the humor in it.
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