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 our house.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 phookin' shit-faced I could hardly push his pram back home.
