Living The Dream

I walked into the kitchen today and found Spencer drinking out of a 2-liter rootbeer bottle. I scolded. He explained that his dad had given him the bottle and asked him to "kill" the remaining rootbeer. I partly apologized but still reinforced to him the yuckiness of germ sharing. He nodded his understanding and then continued to "kill" the leftovers. When he finished he handed me the bottle and walked into the front room whispering to himself, "Yeah, livin' the dream!"