Nothing out of the usual: Pizza box. Wine bottle. Half-empty glasses. Bottles of Bud.

But wait, what’s that? Amidst the adult beverages in the top right corner? Is that a sippy cup? And, dear God in heaven–a high chair?

Is it…could it be…is it possible that this was a….

a…

a…

COCKTAIL PLAYDATE?
Yes, while Tony, Claudia, Nate and I were busy getting completely knackered, staggering through my apartment with lampshades on our head, alternating rounds of “I Never” with strip quarters, and singing teary verses of Forever Young into our empty beer bottles while flirting with the idea of wife swapping–the children kept busy drinking toilet water, playing keep away with the contents of the cat box, prank calling the Department of Homeland Security and commandeering our vehicles for a joy rides through Bed-Stuy around midnight.

And yet – they both managed to keep the barrettes in their hair through it all.

Now if that isn’t good parenting, well then sign me up for bi-weekly counseling and a spot on the Today Show.