beer

Those drooped arms, that downward inflection, that look of utter surprise and horror that says he will never again stay up until three in the morning playing Grand Theft Auto by himself. Take that beer for "daddy" and pour it out for your last fleeting feelings of youth, because it's dead bro.  

Party hard over on After 12!

For when your little heine-kid gets hungry.

Good to see she's chosen a career early on!