Older for it

I was enjoying a vodka and tonic and I saw that Violet was fascinated by it.  I think it's the crushed ice and the straw.

Violet looked as me and asked, "Can I have a sip of your drink?"

I said, "Oh, sorry Violet, but no you can't.  It's alcohol."

Violet knows that alcohol means that she can't have it, because it's for adults and she's too young.  She said, "I'm older for it," trying to tell me that she is all of a sudden old enough for it.

"Sorry kiddo, you can't have it."

Undaunted she made her plea passionately.  "But I'm older for it and older for it and older for it.  I'm old daddy."  After a pause she added, "And I love it."  Another pause, "OK, Daddy?"

"No."

Then the conversation took a turn.  "Do you love alcohol daddy?" she asked.

"Well I like it," I suppose.

"Is it good in your belly?"

"Yeah, sure, kiddo."

Mommy, while drinking her Prosecco, said to Violet, "Violet, you know what you call someone who loves alcohol? A boozebag."

"Boozebag," Violet repeated, enjoying the sound of the word.

Our little family moment ended with Violet calling me a boozebag for a while.