A Little Tipsy

We had a Friday Shabbat dinner with a cheap Chinese wine. The wine tasted actually OK. I had a half glass. It was still early. I took Akiva to take a walk.

Outside stopped raining. It’s been raining for almost two weeks. We walked around and checked several small boutiques and a DVD store. At the playground Akiva wanted to play on a slide, but there was a puddle at the bottom of slider. He still wanted. I thought I could catch him before his going into the puddle. He was sliding down so fast I couldn’t catch him. Instead he jumped into the puddle from his butt. His pants got wet. I took his pant off. His dawn jacket covered till his knees. I thought he wouldn’t be cold. On the way back, some grandma told her granddaughter “Look at the boy. How could he walk around with no pants in this cold weather?”. Some guy said to me,”Why don’t you let your son to wear pants?”. Usually I get annoyed by these local’s comments. However I had a wine and was in a good mood. I was smiling at them. Akiva and I hold our hands together and walked with a skip.
When we got our apartment complex, I let him walk on the small fence. At the end, Akiva wanted to jump off. I held his hands. He jumped. One of my hands slid off. Akiva fell down from his face. His lip started bleeding. He cried. I felt terrible.

Next day I check his cut. His front tooth was chipped off. I felt really terrible. In addition, I had really bad hung over. I no longer go out with kids when I am tipsy. I won’t drink Chinese cheap wine any more.