Last night we went out to eat, a treat from my brother-in-law in honor of Son’s birthday. It had been a long week, so Hubby suggested I have a drink. I was way ahead of him, and ordered a martini sampler: Guavatini, Lemondrop, and Chocolatini. Look, I know those aren’t “real” martinis, ok? But a beer wasn’t going to cut it and I wanted sugar to be my alcohol carrier.
Aren’t they adorable?? And smashing. No, really. You can get smashed on one order alone.
Anyway, Son was interested in trying them. Hilarity ensued.
Son: Mom, what’s the dark one?
Me: That’s the chocolatini.
Son: The what?
Me: (enunciating slowly) Chocolate martini.
Son: May I try it?
Me: Sure. (Don’t y’all wish I was your mom??)
Son: (coughing and gagging) Ugh! It’s like chocolate alcohol!!
Me: That’s the POINT!!
Sometimes, this job is way too easy