FIL while pouring himself a glass of Malbec: "Santiago (formerly world's easiest baby of the BIL whom our boys were always compared to) really likes red wine. He likes beer and vodka, too, but red wine the best."
Me: Saying nothing and trying (failing) to conceal the completely horrified look that has clouded over my face.
FIL: "We let him dip his fingers in our drink and like it off."
MIL: "Hee Hee"
Me: Tight smile. No comment. Just don't say anything...and thinking, 'and that's why we would rather you come visit us and we won't be coming to visit you or leaving you in charge of the kids anytime soon. Perhaps....never.'
Santiago is 15 months old. Seriously? I mean, I get that they are alcoholics and they need to get their drink on and that's just the way it is. But really? Your grandson?
I am horrified they think this is perfectly fine...and FUNNY.
On a brighter note, they are making more of an effort of coming down to visit the twins now that I've made it pretty clear we're not spending hundreds of dollars to rent a car, pack everyone and everything up and go to a non-baby proofed house with 2 deadly staircases and nothing to do but be on high alert so the kids don't die. Not happening anytime soon.
They are retired. They can drive. They can visit us. Where we can monitor the 'funny' cocktail hour games.