Bridgit and I were in the living room and heard some interesting noises this evening while we were waiting for dinner to finnish baking. It sounded like glass on a table and we went into the kitchen to find that Eli had pushed the Kik Step over to the counter to get my freshly poured glass of wine. He had been drinking and had a sweet innocent look on his face that was betrayed by a nice wine mustache. The noise we had heard was him trying to get the top heavy wine glass to stand back up.

I always though that I might have to some day lock the booze up, but never thought it would be when he was only 15 months old.