One of Grant's friends came by today and wanted to play but Grant was studying so I asked him to come back at 5:00.
The kid was drinking something that looked like a beer.
I looked more closely and discovered that it was a Bacardi Breezer.
I asked him if he knew what he was drinking.
"Fruit juice," he said.
"Yeah, and rum. Do you know what rum is?" I wanted to check for understanding because depending on whether I got my Chinese tones right, I might have said "rum" and I might have said "spicy wood".
"Yeah, my mom lets me drink it all the time," he said.
I have a feeling his mom does not let him drink rum (or spicy wood) all the time. I'm interested to see what state he's in when he comes back at 5:00.
Update: He sat outside our building and drank the rest of his Bacardi Breezer, then came back with the empty bottle. I asked him how he felt and he said fine.
I give you the empty bottle, which he left in my front hallway, as evidence. Please also take a moment to appreciate the orange table runner that I bought at the Silk Market last week. Isn't it beautiful?