A Babysitting Reward


After a few hours of babysitting a pair of rambunctious two-year-olds (damn me and my stupid sugar-laden cupcake surprise), the only reward is a good strong cocktail – in this case a negroni. I have it on decent authority that when there’s another person on hand to share babysitting duties, it’s okay to have one. Not that moral judgment or condemnation would ever come between me and a drink… but it’s classier to pretend.

Is there a more perfect moment than that dusky time when you take the first sip of a drink and the world opens up all its possibilities?


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