Quick, before I get Sidetrack'd

Last weekend we decided to load the gang up and head out to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner.

Matt ordered a Dos Equis.

When the waitress delivered it the mug was wet, but we didn’t think a whole lot about it; maybe she overfilled it, maybe a little spilled on the way to the table, whatever. At the time, Matt was holding Baby Girl; he passed her to me, and when our food came I put her into her carseat (which was on a highchair at the end of the table) so I could eat. When she got fussy I picked her up again and the back of her outfit was wet. The wet spot was in a place where there was no way that it was a diaper leak, so I touched my fingers to it and smelled them. Yep, it was beer. There was a puddle of beer in her carseat. Oops!

Then a little later in the meal we had this conversation:

Little: Daddy, can I have a drink of your drink?
Matt: No, sorry.
Little: Why not, Daddy?
Matt: This is just a Daddy drink.
Little: It’s not for Mommies?
Me: Some Mommies drink it, but this Mommy thinks it’s gross.
Little: Why is it just a Daddy drink?
Matt: It just is. It’s a drink only for grown ups.
Little: Because it’s a Minne-SODA?!