"Drinkin' Beers"

Last night we grilled steak tips wrapped in bacon for dinner. As I came around the side of the house carrying a stack of plates, Grace proclaimed, "Mommy! Drinkin' Beers!"

and she was, sort of.

She managed to get a little taste. It took a second to decide if she liked it or not.

She did. Doesn't it look like she's on her 2nd or 3rd? I promise she only managed a tiny sip before

Brad took it away.
She didn't like that at all. She fought him for it.
When she lost, she pouted.
Then she started eating her feet.
Light weight.
Something tells me that I'm going to have to keep a close eye on this one for the next 19 years!