The other morning Austin saw a bottle of Jim Beam on the kitchen counter. "What's that?"

That's whiskey.

"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."

Yep.

"That means it's night."

Sure does.

"You can drink whiskey now!"

See -- I told you he's half Irish.