I am making bbq chicken in the crockpot for dinner tonight. As I’m adding the brown sugar and bourbon, the kids walk in the kitchen and get a whiff of the strong stuff.
Daught: “What is THAT?!”
Daught: “Why are you putting it in our food?”
Without missing a beat, my boy says.. “Cause it’s gonna be a party later!”
I’m raising a future frat boy.