I'm losing my powers

So, I realize that as the years go by I'm totally slacking off in my role as a parent. OK, not totally, but certainly more than I did when the first three were growing up. Here's a picture from our birthday celebration last night:

This is son #2, pretending (key word here) to drink a shot. He was actually using a dessert glass filled with Dr. Pepper. The thing was --- he'd slam that baby back and then slam the glass down on the table, upside down. Instead of stopping him for acting like an idiot - I took a picture, thus encouraging him to act like an alcoholic (& I still don't know from whence he learned that!). Though dad & I did stop him after about the 3rd time. There are limits, you know!
Yep, my powers are slowly leaking out of my body. I'm not sure how, when or where, but they are. Oh, once in a while they'll come back with a vengeance and everyone in range will tremble at the thought of my wrath (yep, just the thought!). I've come to realize that as you become a more "experienced" parent, you get tired. So some things just fall by the wayside.
Tatoos and piercings, however, do NOT fall into this category. Don't test me on that one --- who knows how far-reaching the wrath of mom will be?!