Monkey See...

There was barely a drop left. Don't worry, she's fine.

I don't remember how old she was but I'd guess about 3. She was such a sweetheart, she saw me with my camera and started pointing at it saying pretty much the only thing she knew how to say -- her brother's name.

"Timmy! Timmy!"

"You want a picture taken?" I asked her.

She nodded and I pointed the camera at her. She had these huge blue eyes that looked exactly like her dads (who was sitting right next to me.)

She started running around, grabbing chips from the bag and throwing them on the ground and stepping on them. She watched her dad finish a beer and get up to get another one. I watched her look around at everyone else drinking, study their movements and then pick up the (almost) empty bottle and drink it.

Her dad came back right then, saw her drinking from the bottle and chuckled as he sat down.

She watched him sit down and promptly yelled "Shit!"

"'Sit' -- she meant sit" her mom told me with a laugh.