"Mommy, I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink, please?"
Enjoying my last minutes of solitude in the shower before I started the day in their presence, I gave the verbal nod.
"Yes, help yourself. I'll be down soon."
And when I came down the stairs, I found Tucker drinking maple syrup straight from the bottle.
He held a washcloth in his other hand, since he was feeling slightly sticky.
Perhaps we need to more carefully define 'beverages' at our house.