When I was a kid, my dad was a beer drinker. He would have a couple of beers on the weekend, and often would place a partial can in our refrigerator while he attended to other things.
When I got to be 12 or so, I would occasionally sneak a sip of those open cans of beer. I thought I was pretty slick, and it was just a sip.
One evening, I had dish duty after supper. My mom had made something fried and, as usual, she had drained the grease from the skillet into a can. I just didn't know which can...
While doing the dishes, I took a break and decided to take a quick sip of the open beer can that was in the fridge. I tilted the can back to take a healthy slug, and had to fight the urge to gag as I realized that my mom had drained the grease from the skillet into a beer can, and placed it into the refrigerator to cool. Yuck!
I didn't tell Mom or Dad about that, so I'm sure they'll laugh when they read this. God is always watching, even when your parents are not.