"Oo. Can I have some?" Natalie asked, making eyes at my peach daiquiri.
"Nope, sorry, little lady. It's a grownup drink. It has alcohol in it." And it's mine, all mine.
"When can I have grownup drinks with alcohol?"
"Oh, when you're 21 . . . 24. Maybe 30." The older, the better, is my thinking.
Natalie walked off. "I just can't wait to have wine and alcohol," she sing-songed.
the wine—on time