Don't cry over spilt ...beer?

Eli loves his Daddy's beer bottles. He loves to hold them and try to drink out of them. He must like the coldness or the smoothness of the glass. For whatever reason, ever since he was a wee-tot, he would point at Daddy's beer bottle and get a huge kick out of holding it. It wasn't until last night, however, that we realized that he understands the preciousness of the liquid inside.

Michael and Eli were playing with a huge rubber ball in the backyard. Michael was throwing it on top of our garage roof and letting it bounce around all over the yard. Eli was laughing and laughing.... until the ball bounced on the table and knocked Daddy's beer over. The beer spilled across the table and onto the floor and fizzed everywhere. And Eli just started bawling. In fact, I was in the kitchen and I thought that he had just gotten hit in the face with the ball.