Children are tough. My 15-month-old daughter is a precious angel of life—at least, she is when she’s laughing and saying “mama” and toddling towards me. Adorable. Other times, though, it seems like she hails from some place a little south of heaven—like when she’s mischievously pushing the power button on the large standing fan in the living room, over and over and over. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. Or when she’s opening the liquor cabinet doors and reaching for bitters and bourbon like she’s a young Sally Draper.
So, when I recently found myself peering into said liquor cabinet, filled with relics of my pre-mom life, I decided to reward myself with a cocktail. My daughter was down for the night, I thought. Let’s dust off that old shaker! But, alas, I was without mixers. Defeated, I reached for the bourbon, ready to pour it straight into a glass—but then I remembered Do or Dive, a nearby watering hole known for its unusual libations, including one cheekily-named cocktail called The Bad Dad made with vodka and—wait for it—Pedialyte.