Saturday, October 01, 2005

Just call me the mother of invention.

If my son doesn't find his calling in a punk band, college or the military, he may have a promising career in moonshining.

Yesterday while picking up a few things in his room in preparation for a showing, I found a gallon milk bottle and a wine bottle in his closet. Both were full, but with what? So last night at dinner I asked.

"Hard cider."

He found the recipe on the 'net, purchased the ingredients one day after school, mixed up a batch that has been fermenting in his closet ever since. He told me he was going to pull it out at Thanksgiving as a surprise.

I feel like I should be mad because he's only 14, but it's actually tastes pretty good.

2 Comments:

Megin said...

I'd be hard pressed to anger too. I sincerely hope my kids turn out as cool as yours.

9:50 AM  
Christine said...

I'm sorry that I'm laughing, but that's such a "Scott" thing to do...
Makes me proud.

12:16 PM  

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