When my cousin Charles was home for the holidays, drinking was a nightly staple among us everyday of that week he was with us. The few evenings we spent without going out were reserved for drinking still. As if automatically, it was "bar mode" as soon as dinner was over in our old apartment. That meant dimming all the lights to create an atmosphere conducive for beer and wine—my husband Nubs' idea actually.
One pre-"bar mode" night, Nubs was busy turning off the overhead lights and turning on the mood lamps when little Indie suddenly blurted out:
"Thanks for the drinks, Papa."
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