You're A Drunk Baby!

O likes to take his bottles like a man these days; a casual one-handed swigger of Enfamil, He! (Yo ho ho and a bottle of formula!) So, he sat his little tush down on the kitchen floor, bottle in hand, took a great big, sucking swig and promptly fell over. Not hard. Just over. He sat up, grinned up at me, and burped.

Clearly drunk on comfort proteins or something like that.