Mom, can you please help me choose between the two bottles on the table? Oh, never mind Mom, you seemed pre-occupied. Oh, my big sister is coming to my rescue. Ate Angel, could you please give me that brown bottle? I would like to try that one. My taste buds are getting used to that white you always give me. I think I need some break. Thank you, Ate! Ate Angel: Okay little brother, I'm going to hold the bottle for you. No, No, No! I want to take it by myself! I have to teach myself to become independent and I will start as early as now. Ate Angel: That's enough for now little bro. I don't want you to get drunk. Waaahhh! Give it back to me! Give it back to me! One last drop and I'm good. Well, I think this would be enough for now. I could feel my head spinning and my eyes are already dropping. Time to have a good sleep! [A note from Mom: My baby did not really drink the beer. He's on the stage where he puts anything he holds in his mouth.]