When I take my two year old daughter Willow to the mall or to school she likes to do the rag doll thing where she'll hang by my hand and let her body go limp. She falls to the floor laughing her head off as I struggle to keep her standing.
When this happens I say, "My gosh Willow! Are you drunk!?" Sometimes people overhear this and I say with a shrug, "It's five o'clock somewhere."
Last week I was putting her in her car seat while she played the same game. As soon as she was in the seat she flopped, giggling furiously, to one side, while I struggled to buckle her in.
"Willow, are you crazy?" I asked?
She responded, "No. I'm drunk!" with great emphasis on the terminal 'k' sound.
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This is how I know she is destined for great things.
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