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I walked into the kitchen and happened upon Sam dispensing merlot from the box o'wine into a purple plastic sippy cup.

"Gah!" I said. "No! Stop! Bad!"

It was early, and I hadn't consumed enough coffee to manage a more articulate reprimand.

I quickly confiscated the booze and dumped it into the sink. Then I turned to frown at my young offspring, who seemed surprised at my reaction. He studied my face for a moment.

"What are you feeling, Mama?" he asked with concern, sounding like a pint-sized shrink.

"What do you think I'm feeling?" I retorted, collapsing into a chair.

He thought about this.

"I think you're angry," he finally pronounced. He came over, threw his arms around me and planted a kiss on my cheek. "There! All better!"

And then he turned and skipped out of the room, leaving me alone to contemplate the benefits of a military school education.

Posted 26 December 2007 at 06:29 PM