I think it will come as no surprise to anyone reading ye olde Hamann Eggs that we go through a fair amount of beer and wine here. On top of Di and my dinnertime consumption of the grape, every Wednesday and Friday while Diana is at Wine Goddess stuff, our house is the focal point of baseball game watching and beer drinking for every nerd in a ten-mile radius. So our recycling bin is usually filled to the brim.
Cut to today. Diana had her playgroup over for some baby on baby action in the backyard. Di was busy gossiping with the other moms when her Spidey Sense went off. Where was Elijah? Luckily, our backyard is 100% locked in, so he couldn’t have gotten far.
She did a quick search and found him on the side of our house rummaging through our recycling bin and pretending to be dada. By drinking out of beer bottles. He’d tip an empty bottle and say, “Ahhhh.” Just like dada.
Now this was bad enough. But apparently the other babies in playgroup, who obviously view Eli as their ringleader, were bellying up to the recycling bin for some beer suds of their own. Eli was playing bartender.
Needless to say, I got a stern talking to about rinsing out beer bottles before putting them in the recycling bin.
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