My Papa's Waltz

The whiskey on your breath

Could make a small boy dizzy;   

But I hung on like death:   

Such waltzing was not easy.  

Dad comes home tipsy........ his son junps into his arms,  and they playfully dance.  

We romped until the pans   

Slid from the kitchen shelf;   

My mother’s countenance   

Could not unfrown itself.  

Mom encroaches on their playtime with a look that says "Enough, you're making a mess."   This is my summary..... what do you think is happening?