The other morning Austin saw a bottle of Jim Beam on the kitchen counter. "What's that?"
"Whiskey? Are you going to drink it?"
Not right now, we drink that at night.
I took him to daycare and forgot about the whole thing until I picked him up again.
"Dad, it's dark outside."
"That means it's night."
"You can drink whiskey now!"
See -- I told you he's half Irish.