I kid you not. At first my parents thought it was cute to see me sipping on a whole tin of Shandy by myself and hiccuping happily here and there, but as the weeks went by my parents began to worry, seeing me chugging down the whole can with a swagger like a pro. "Oh no," they thought. "Our little girl is going to grow up to be an alcoholic!!"
So they tried hiding it. They placed all the tins of Shandy on the very top compartment of the fridge, where I could see it if I tiptoed but could not reach it, even when I stood on a high chair and flailed my tiny arms at the tins. They never did budge.
I was completely devastated. I cried, I screamed, I kicked, I bit, I did everything to cause pain to my parents and their tormented souls. How could they do this to me! Finally, my parents decided to give me just one tin, just one, to pacify me.
I then proceeded to a small, dark corner where I huddled in, facing inwards, sipping on my Shandy like a very shady little 6-year-old. It was a happy day.
Look at me now though, the only alcohol I take is the red wine found in dishes like my Foochow mee sua!! Ah heaven♥ I can't even drink Shandy anymore. Hahaha!
Happy Birthday my cousin, Alex, who only started drinking Shandy what--4 years ago?? Hahaha u can finally buy ur own beer (: happy evenmorelegal day!
1 comment:
awwww... Thank you chrispy!!!! Lavvvvv you so much!
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