Last night I was enjoying an idyllic suburban evening, eating ice cream on a bench before a storm rolled in, when a little boy came down the sidewalk, swigging from what looked like a bottle of champagne.  Upon closer examination I realized that it was a bottle of Welch's sparking grape juice, but still, I was taken aback.  I wanted to take a picture to post here, but I find it comes across as really inappropriate when a grown woman takes pictures of little boys she encounters outside of ice cream parlors.