| 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, he didn't. I drank it. 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 shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home. |