Cosmo

Moonie and I grabbed a drink with my mom last night before heading to an art reception where I had some pieces hanging in a local building. In the spirit of celebration, I agreed to order a cosmopolitan, which Moonie wanted to admire for its pinkness. It turned out, though, he just wanted to admire his own reflection in the glass stem.

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He asked if he could come take a closer look at the pink, then scrambled up to the rim before I could answer.

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Before I knew it, the cosmo was gone, and Moonie was hiccuping.

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The server gave us a stern look, but Moonie showed her his bum. Not to be forward, but because his year of birth – 1985 – is stamped on it, so despite his teeny size and his little-boy fart jokes, he is of age. Then he hiccuped some more.

He’s cute when he has the hiccups.

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