My DS definitely has different rules than we do, and I have no problem with that. I think that's part of good parenting.
I wouldn't eat french fries in front of him without offering, because I think that's rude, but as I consider them very unhealthy, I don't eat them myself, either. We do not necessarily eat the same things as him, but he is always welcome to a bite of what we're eating.
However, drinks are an entirely different matter. Wine is for grownups, and he knows that. He knows there are drinks he can't have, and is okay with it.
I'd never, ever, ever offer a young child alcohol for the simple reason that it is a complete health hazard to young kids. A child who got into a bottle of wine and drank too much could die or suffer serious injury from alcohol poisoning. I would never want to make it remotely attractive to young children. Kids die from alcohol poisoning. I mean, I wouldn't let him drink dangerous chemicals, either. Why is alcohol different?
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Older teens, fine, but never young kids. I would not want to set up that positive association.
I wouldn't eat french fries in front of him without offering, because I think that's rude, but as I consider them very unhealthy, I don't eat them myself, either. We do not necessarily eat the same things as him, but he is always welcome to a bite of what we're eating.
However, drinks are an entirely different matter. Wine is for grownups, and he knows that. He knows there are drinks he can't have, and is okay with it.
I'd never, ever, ever offer a young child alcohol for the simple reason that it is a complete health hazard to young kids. A child who got into a bottle of wine and drank too much could die or suffer serious injury from alcohol poisoning. I would never want to make it remotely attractive to young children. Kids die from alcohol poisoning. I mean, I wouldn't let him drink dangerous chemicals, either. Why is alcohol different?
:Older teens, fine, but never young kids. I would not want to set up that positive association.








: Awww, shucks!
I'm awaiting my second surgery for crippling endometriosis pain, and something about spending so much time stapled to my couch makes me even more opinionated than I am in normal life! Today, I am pondering the verrry important question: is it the couch, the pain, or the narcotics that make me so verbose? 


