Monday, March 09, 2015

First drink with the son, an Irishmans' memory

"I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons, and memories came flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first drink.

Off we went to our local bar, which is only two blocks from the house.

I got him a Guinness Stout. He didn't like it – so I drank it.

Then I got him an Old Style, he didn't like it either, so I drank it.

It was the same with the Coors and the Bud.

By the time we got down to the Irish whiskey I could hardly push the stroller back home."

1 comment:

KM said...

Consider that SO stolen!!