I attended a kids birthday party for someone in my son’s pre-kindergarten class. At a trampoline park, it was every bit the chaos you would expect with 20 five years old running around and literally bouncing off the walls.
The host mom started to coyly pass out drinks to the parents amidst the chaos. It looked like orange juice but she was giving winks and head nods that this was just for the moms and dads. Having quit drinking a while back, I declined but in years past I would have made a beeline to her the second I heard the words “mommy juice.”