B doesn't like me to drink, since I'm still nursing. Never mind the fact that one drink is not going to intoxicate the kid, especially since he (usually) goes more than 3 hours between feedings. Anyway, I was communicating my dissatisfaction with him having a lovely pack of Boulevard Wheat in the fridge and me having nothing, when we came to an agreement. If he gets beer, I get ice cream. All for me, none for him. Tonight's choice is Cookies and Cream. I'm a happy woman.
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