Kelley and I finally baby-proofed several of the cabinet drawers in our kitchen last night, including the area where we store some bottles of alcohol. This is significant for two reasons:
1. I had been blowing it off for way too long.
2. Because we don't want this story to happen again ...
(I did not witness this, and unfortunately there's no photo, but this is the way Kelley described it to me)
Kelley is sitting on our couch while Emily wanders into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Kelley hears clanging of glass and pots and pans. Too tired to inspect what's going on, Kelley waits on the couch. A few seconds later, a smiling Emily stumbles into living room holding an unopened bottle of rum in one hand and a giant shot glass that has not seen the light of day since the '90s in the other.
If she's already figured out that shot glasses go with bottles of alcohol, then we're in trouble. I'm hoping it was beginner's luck.
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Wow, sounds like she takes after her Daddy! LOL. That's funny--in a "it wasn't my kid" kind of way! Rest assured, those things happen to everyone. We've called Poison Control at least three times.
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