The bouquet has a hint of... mischief

I put dinner on the table for Trey and me (Jay was at work), including my glass of wine. Much deserved, I might add, after the day we had. Actually, after the day Trey had.  Little sleep, lots of time-out.

Trey asked for some cheese for his pasta ("geeeeeez"), so I went back to the fridge to grab it. I turned around and he came running in the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. I looked at him, then took an automatic glance at wine glass on the table... but nothing looked amiss. Until I walked over to the table. Wine splatters on the floor, and a kid with cabernet on the breath. 

My first thought: 'Maybe he'll sleep well tonight.'  

Mother-of-the-Year.