This past weekend I was at my cousin's baby's second birthday party.
(Not quite sure what that makes me and the baby...second cousins, maybe?)
Anyway, I had left the deck to go down to the cooler for a frosty beverage when I saw this cutie standing next to the keg.
She couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 (I'm AWFUL at guessing children's ages. Let's just say she was shorter than I was and a little less articulate. Let's go with 4.)
She had big dark brown eyes and long curly dark hair and was dressed in pink from head to toe. This little munchkin bore a very similar resemblance to Yours Truly; she could have totally been my kid.
So I head over to the cooler and this little girl is standing at the keg, with the tap in her hand.
(Um, where are her parents???)
LITTLE GIRL: "Hi."
LG: "What's in here?" she holds up the tap.
LG: "Oh. I don't like beer."
I start laughing.
Okay, maybe I misjudged...perhaps she's really 17???
LG: "My dad doesn't want me to drink beer."
Oh, phew! She DOES have parents.
ME: "I think there are juice boxes in here. Would you like one of those?"
LG: "No. I already have one over there. 'Bye!"
And my little clone is off.