For example, one night, Zachary, my 14-year-old, calls me from the bathroom. He has been vomiting, he looks like crap and he is in the fetal position on the floor.
And all of a sudden it hits me...
Me: Zachary. You know how crappy you feel right now?
Me: This is how it feels when you drink too much. When you get drunk, you spend the next day doing just what you are doing now.
Zach: Ohhhhh... my God. Moooommmmmm....
Me: In fact, even after you think you've thrown up everything there is to throw up... you keep throwing up. It's so awful.
Zach: Seriously mom. Ughhhh... Can we talk about this another time. Do you really have to give me the alcohol talk now?
Personally, I thought I jumped on an excellent opportunity. I sure felt a hell of a lot better.