I’ll drink to that!

Spending time with my seven year-old nephew often leaves me looking at him with confused bemusement. For instance, the confidence with which he orders beverages when eating out bewilders me. In my book his selections seem sort of random. At various times, I’ve heard him order chocolate milk, white milk, kiddie cocktails, root beer, lemonade and of all things, pink lemonade.

Seriously, pink lemonade? Apart from being something to mix with vodka, it never occurred to me that restaurants would even have regular lemonade! So pink lemonade truly seems like a shot in the dark.

The funny thing is that even though he never looks at the menu before he orders, somehow they always have his beverage of choice.

Of course they often have mine too...as you may have heard “I’m Donna, I drink Miller Lite!”