“I don’t have a problem,” she said. “I’m a social drinker. I can stop any time I want to.”

Regrettably, the shameful truth came out at her sister’s graduation picnic last week.

Since I’ve become a mom, I’ve stumbled across many things I wish they’d make in adult sizes: Jumperoos, shoes with heels that light up, sleepers with feet. But then, there are other items that probably wouldn’t go over as well in the adult market. For instance…

… Can our stuffed animal friends teach us to play dead?