BEER is the Word of the Day!!

Let me start this story by saying that I cannot remember the last time I had a beer. I remember having one Pina Colada at dinner with Ashlyn over a month ago, perhaps two months ago. I also cannot remember the last time Ralph drank a beer. Not that we are opposed to drinking, but it makes me feel tired and icky. We are goofy enough from sheer exhaustion!! Most beer that comes into our home is used for marinading or cooking.
Now that I think about it, I do remember the last time Ralph and I both had a beer. I think the kids were at Nana's so we decided to party hard!! We got these cute little 7 oz. bottles of Corona (actually they were called Coronitas were an impulse buy at Sam's). We both drank one and had a little buzz. Did I mention that they were only 7 oz. beers? I cannot imagine what kind of table dancin I could have been capable of had I consumed a whole 12 oz. can. Gee, what a lightweight. We called it quits after the 7 oz. binge.

Anyway, I digress. If I can't remember how long it's actually been since I saw any of us consume a beer, I would assume that the kids don't think about it at all. However, it seems to be a fascination with Jacob nowadays.

The other day he is telling me a story about Jesus. Jesus was on the road and there was a crash and he got band aids and was better and he was "drinkin beer". AAAAHHHHH. "Where on Earth did that come from?" "Who told you that?" I searched through his bag from Sunday School looking for a story about Jesus on the road. Nothing even close. I was finally able to conclude that he made the story up and I didn't have to report any of the sweet little ladies from church. So, forget the inaccuracies surrounding the invention of the band aid, "Honey, Jesus did not drink beer." "What about root beer?" "OK, sure." I wasn't going to get into a WINE conversation.

Fast forward to yesterday. Jacob and I ran into HEB to pick up a couple things that I had forgotten (since my last TWO trips the day before). We were in a hurry because Gaga was in the car with the other two kids. We picked up our tater tots and other health foods. On the frozen food aisle, Jacob was chattering as he normally does throughout the entire store, when I high school-aged girl looked at him and said "He's really cute." We said thanks (no she wouldn't take him) and continued. We were going up to the register and the same girl was behind us. The next exchange went like this:

Mommy: "OK, we have everything that we need. Let's go."
Jacob: "We need more."
Mommy: "No we need to go now, we don't need anything else."
Jacob: "YES, we dooooooo!!"
Mommy's famous last words: "WHAT do we need."
Jacob (very loudly): "WE NEED BEER!!!!"
Mommy (face red; looking for church folks): "Jacob!" "No, we do not"
Young Sweet Innocent Girl: "Oh no Honey, beer is yucky, you don't need that."
Jacob: "YES WE DO, FOR DADDY!!"

Sorry about that one Daddy, but I was just extremely thankful that he didn't say "Yes, we do, for Jesus!"