We Don't Drink Much...

So I am in the kitchen putting away the breakfast dishes with my daughter, Sabrina (age 6), and I hear her say, "Merry Christmas on the rocks!".

Huh? Can you repeat that please?

Yep, turns out I heard right. I asked her where she heard such a crazy thing (as I move the Coors Light bottles to the back of the fridge to make room for the jug of orange juice).

"I didn't hear it, I saw it!" and then she points to the kitchen windowsill...