won't someone please think of the children? better yet, think of the people who are supposed to be thinking of the children.

we don't go to too many baseball games in this household. i rarely pack up the family and head to madison square garden, either, to take in a friendly game of basketball ... or one of them rock and roll concert shows that the kids like so much these days.

also, we don't drink too many things out of a bottle around here that aren't scotch, wine, beer, seltzer or milk. roughly in that order of importance.

so it's a good thing that i read this cautionary tale about a poor clueless Ann Arbor dad who took his 7-year old to a Tigers game and bought him a Mike's Hard Lemonade, which apparently contains delicious alcohol--who knew!? you see where this is going: dude finds himself face to face with the cops ... while his son is rushed to the hospital! and then foster care!! oy. note to self: remember to read labels on bottles real careful-like when my kids are old enough to attend the hannah montana comeback tour.

and here i thought we were only supposed to treat our tourists this way ...