He can hold his own bottle. I remember when he'd flail at the bottle like a little lion cub at the zoo. I feel like Tevya and I'm sure that Maureen feels like Golde. Nothing like a Fiddler on the Roof reference at the start of Chanukah/Hannukah or however it's spelled.
If you look closely, you'll se my Simon Cowell-esque chest hair.
