At future outdoor family-friendly events, please keep your beer-drinking to the designated “beer garden.” If this is too much to handle, please remember not to leave your “almost” finished beer cup on a chair for my toddler to find. He is the little pumpkin-headed boy who spent a good portion of the day filling a bucket with dirt and pouring it directly into his mouth. I prefer the dirt to your backwashed yeasty sludge.
Thanks. Have a great night.
Ick! He didn’t actually drink any did he? You tell ‘im, Mom
Amen on dirt.
Carter, my Word of Wisdom Problem child at the tender age of 4, ingested Uncle B.C.’s years-old beer from an almost empty can on the patio and wine from Grannie’s wine glass ON THE SAME TRIP. Grrrrr.
I hate litter, and litter that’s harmful to others is the worst.
Oh gross! Poor Magoo! I can’t imagine the face he made after slugging that down! Hopefully you grabbed it before he really drank any!!
Ugg! Some people’s lack of consideration for others is just awful. It is like our local neighborhood park and certain individuals who smoke. They very carefully get the full distance from their own kids but don’t mind standing two feet within mine and light up! Grrrr!
Lemme guess Microsoft company party by chance? Somehow we were able to avoid that problem thank goodness. Hope he’s ok.
He downed whatever was in there. When we grabbed it from him, he moved right on to an old soda can but we were quicker the second time.
oops..soooorry. I not quite as (hiccup) careful when I’ve (hiccup) had a few. Hey, is your head floating, or is that the beer?
Oh yuck!
positively gagolicious.
PLEASE tell me that this is merely theoretical!
that’s the saddest thing i’ve read all day, oh gross. something to look forward to when my little one decides to make his/her appearance. i hope you told that person in real life as well as on this blog. some people are soooo frutrating at their completely cluelessness.
Sean picked up someones left over half full Margarita at a neighborhood pool party this past summer. Someone just set it down and left; apparently it was just too far to drop in the trash. He slept really well that night.
Sick.
ICCKK! Some people are so clueless!
Sorry the pop can didn’t come first…ick as that is too, but not capital letter ick.
When my sons were Magoo’s age, they would INEVITABLY go for the half-finished beer with the cigarette butt floating in it.
I don’t know which part freaked me out the most.
OK…that is too gross…poor little guy- and poor mama!
Yuck!