Apologies to our Irish members..
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 drink. 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, so 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 drunk, I could hardly push the stroller home.
