The other night I accidentally gave the baby what my Boston-born
grandpa would have called “whoopie apples.” Well, tecnically it
was applesauce. I mixed it into her her bowl of oatmeal and set
it in front of her and then somehow got a wiff of the jar. (I’m
very sensitive to the scents around me.)
Smells like wine. Tastes like sweet beer. Whoops!
I interupted Dad’s story at the table to tell Mom. I just thought
she should know I was trying to get her child drunk, you see, and that
the applesauce “tastes REAL good.” (Mom thought that was funny,
Dad just rolled his eyes.) She smelled it and I said,
“Sonya’s gonna be a little happier than usual tonight.” We looked
over at her in her highchair in time to see her laugh suddenly for no
apparent reason.
Snicker.
She appears to be none the worse for the wine–er, wear. But if this story
ever gets out to the families I babysit for… *grin*
PennyDaisy 
Mmm, beer!
lol! but you didn’t leave the bowl in front of her did you? la.
too cute!
any big plans this weekend?
That was SO funny. That strange little laugh she gave made me choke on my food ’cause I was trying not to laugh too loud.
LOL, that’s hilarious!
GOOD GRIEF!! I’m PROPERLY HORRIFIED!!. heh. i’ve never tasted fermented applesauce. ours usually just molds, i think. yuck.
I think that is so funny! Maybe I ought to try it to someone in our family! (just kidding)
Later —
yeah where i work moms come in all the time to get beer for their liittle babies, they say drunk babies are happier than sober ones. hahahahahaha!! jk!! lol that was a funny story!