Every time my mom has ever seen me drinking (alcohol) she acts like it's the first time she's ever seen me drinking. This was kind of cute at first, until I realized that she wasn't acting. Now I find it a bit disturbing. I'm pretty sure ten years from now we'll look back on these moments as the doctors ask us if there were any warning signs for my mom's Alzheimer's-slash-dementia that we might have picked up on. Of course we'll all nervously chuckle and say no, none what so ever. Except I'll be thinking, well, now it all makes perfect sense. Here's to the future.
Well, my mom and Aunt Rachel were sitting down to glasses of wine (as they've been known to do after dinner... and before dinner... and during dinner... and well, pretty much any time they can come up with an excuse for a glass of wine) and I decided to crack open a cold one. As I sit down and start sipping my suds, my mom says to me, "How is it? I don't think I've ever seen you drink." I replied, "Um, you asked me that the last time you saw me drink, and also the time before that. It's ok."
"Well," she said, "I remember when you were little and would beg your dad and me for a taste. Was it worth the wait?" I kind of found this funny since I had been drinking since sophomore year in high school, so yeah... huge wait.
"Oh, it definitely is!" was how I replied. Then I quickly turned to my 14 year old sister and told her "But in your case, it taste horrible and you should never drink alcohol till you're at least 21. Or can do it without Mom and Dad finding out." My sister thought that was hilarious, Mom and Aunt Rachel, not so much.
I just think it's so cute that A: my parents pretend I didn't start drinking until I was 21 or B: they actually didn't know about any of the drinking I did before turning 21. See what being the good kid'll do for you? God bless older siblings. And with the way the world works, my sisters prolly started drinking like four years ago, but whatareyagonnado, huh?
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