Warning: this post contains a graphic crime scene photograph.
Just for fun, we introduced our son with autism to virgin Margaritas. He liked the fruit-slush result from our blender, so we’ve had them several times and it’s kind of nice to share faux-cocktail time with him when he comes home at the end of a day.
We had them again last night, and were looking forward to finishing the bottled mix off this afternoon. Melissa suggested we have ours with tortilla chips and guacamole before Joey got home, since he tends to bogart all the chips.
So I filled the blender with what ice we had left, then opened the ‘fridge to get the Margarita mix… (here comes the graphic crime scene photo)…
Mr. “I don’t have enough fine motor skill to hold a pencil and write” found the skill to unscrew the top of the bottle and drink all of the mix during the night.
We are retaliating by eating all of the tortilla chips without him.