Over dinner last night:
M: I’m having juice with my pizza. Cuz it’s going to be a long, long time before I can have wine.
Me: That’s right. Wine is a grownup drink. (Wondering where this came from, since we’re not having wine.)
M: My bus driver Bill drinks lots of wine!
Me: Um. I hope he doesn’t drink it while he’s driving the bus.
M: No, just when the bus stops at stop signs. He has a cupholder.