While reading an article last night about fathers and
sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took me
son out for his first pint. Off we went to our
local pub only two blocks from the cottage.
I got him a Guinness. He didn't like it, so I
drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny's, he didn't
like that either, so I drank it.
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager?
He didn't. I drank it.
I thought maybe he'd like whiskey better than beer
so we tried a Jameson's.nope!
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast,
Ireland's finest. He wouldn't even smell it.
What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized he just didn't like to
drink, I was so hammered I could hardly
push his stroller back home.