When they’re very young (babies, toddlers, etc.) you have to keep it out of reach, like anything else that could be poisonous. I just kept it in the cabinet over the fridge. By the time they’re old enough to be able to climb up there, you’ve already taught them that they’re not supposed to drink it.
My parents used to keep theirs in a high cupboard over the double oven.
My wife and I have a beautiful rolling liquor cabinet with a polished slate surface over which to pour and mix. Unfortunately, liquor cabinets seem to have outlived their usefulness what with the necessity of keeping the vodka, gin, and vermouth in the freezer or refrigerator, and having access to the ice and water.
Many past participles do rhyme in Romance languages…I believe in Spanish they all end in -ado, -ido, (and maybe -udo?)
So it wouldn’t be totally surprising if “drunk” and “shrunk” rhyme.
Now “drunk” and “skunk”? I don’t know.
My parents never locked up their liquor. They kept it on the top shelf, which wasn’t much of a deterrent, since my mother could reach it and she was the shorter than any of us. We never drank it, either.
When I drank, we kept the liquor on the top shelf. Hell, when we opened a bottle of wine we kept it in the refrigerator. Our kids prefered to drink outside the house.
I was going to say, “I totally agree”, and of course I do as this was written by my huband.
My parents never locked up their liquour and we didn’t get into it. If Kiddo gets older and brings over friends who get into it, those friends won’t be allowed in our house again.
My parents kept their liquor easily accessible in the cabinet under the sink. We got sips of the martinins they drank and asked them why they drank that swill. My father replied, “It’s the only way we can stand you little bastards!” This was always accompanied by gales of laughter from my parents. Real funny, Dad.
We never stole their alcohol and replaced what we did drink.
Single malts are hidden between my computer monitor and the wall.
Cheap blended whiskey goes in the toybox.
Before you judge, you should walk a mile in the other person’s semi-gas permeable membranes. 
My parents weren’t big drinkers, so the most of the alcohol in the house was half-full bottles of ancient liquor. (Seriously, I think it was left over from their wedding reception). Not very tempting.
However, when my younger brother was 15, he decided he wanted to see what it would be like to get drunk. So he took a tumbler, poured a shot from every glass in the cabinet (brandy, creme de menthe, vodka, Grand Marnier, Scotch, etc), then drank the whole glass. 
(Why not stick to just one of the above?) My dad woke up at 3:00 a.m. because l’il bro was puking all over the bathroom. The kid was very unhappy when my mom woke him up at 6:00 a.m. the next day for a day full of yardwork. The whole experience kept him off hard liquor for years.
Dammit! That was me, above. **Left Hand **'s little brother had much better taste in liquor as a teenager than mine did.