While reading an article about fathers and sons having their first drink together, I remembered the time I took my daughter out for her first drink.
We went to a bar just two blocks from the house.
I got her a Sam Adams. She didn’t like it. so I drank it. Then I got her a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Same thing — so I drank that too. Then I tried a Blue Moon. Nope… drank that as well.
Thinking maybe she’d prefer something stronger, I ordered a Tito’s and soda. She wouldn’t touch it… so I drank it.
In desperation, I even got a top-shelf bourbon — the bar’s finest. She wouldn’t even smell it… so I drank that too.
By the time I realized she just didn’t like to drink, I was so drunk I could barely push her stroller home.