Somewhere out in this world is a picture of me holding a beer, reading a Playboy, and smoking a cigar… I was 5. The beer can was empty, I never actually puffed on the cigar and there was a Sesame Street magazine on the inside of the Playboy. I’d bet dollars to donuts that there’s nothing more potent than a soda in that funnel and the parents are using the opportunity to take a funny picture. Should child services be called because he’s being included in what the adults are doing? He’s not neglected, he’s not being hit, and he’s not really being abused in any way except in the regard that he is subject to a lame joke as old as time (taking pictures of kids doing adult things). Raising a child in the most anti-drug/drinking/smoking/etc… environment possible doesn’t guarantee they won’t end up doing that stuff despite the upbringing. That kid seems happy and loved in that picture and that’s a hell of a lot more than some kids get.