A Case of Mistaken Hard Lemonade

Posted by Emily Farris


 

Christopher Ratte, a University of Michigan professor, ordered a lemonade at a baseball game, removed the cap and handed it to his seven-year-old son. When a guard saw the boy drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade, police were called in and the boy was removed from the stadium (by ambulance) and his parents' custody.  

Ratte claims he had no idea the lemonade contained alcohol and that he'd never heard of Mike's.

We believe him. Because, for one, who would be that stupid to let his kid drink alcohol in public? He would have, at the very least, done what our parents did and disguised the booze in a baby bottle..then a Sesame Street sippy cup...then a My Little Pony thermos.... (just joking, Mom wasn't sneaking us booze until we were at least 14!).

Even though doctors found no trace of alcohol in the boy's system, he was placed in foster care for two days while Ratte was all but forced to watch bad television just so he could catch a Mike's commercial. Because, you know, ignorance of the law is no excuse. Or some shit.

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Posted Apr 30 2008, 09:09 AM
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Comments

LydiaSarah said:

That's just kind of ridiculous. My grandmother did a similar thing to my dad when he was a kid--they were traveling in England and my dad, being a little boy, was running around outside and roughhousing. So my grandmother greeted him with a big, cold glass of cider, unaware that cider in the UK is an alcoholic beverage. My dad chugged it all at once and felt a little dizzy, my grandmother realized her mistake with dismay, and sent him to take a nap and sleep it off. No harm done. It became a cute family story and nothing more.

April 30, 2008 12:49 PM

About Emily Farris

Emily Farris writes about culture and food for numerous publications and websites you've probably never heard of, including her own blog eefers. Her first cookbook, "Casserole Crazy: Hot Stuff for Your Oven" was published in 2008. Emily recently escaped New York and now lives in a ridiculously large apartment in Kansas City, MO with her cat, but just one... so far.

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