Father / Son First Drink

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 that 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 realised he just didn’t like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.

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