So night before last my daughter comes home and goes into the kitchen to talk to her daddy.
"Dad, I need a beer."
"You need a beer?"
(sigh) "Yeah... long day."
"O...kay. Do you want a sip of daddy's?"
"No, I need a bottle."
So, this is how it came about that my two year old daughter was kneeling in the living room, helping me fold laundry, while drinking a bottle of beer.
I should add a little addendum here for all you worrywarts out there that says "Don't worry, we're not crazy. It was about 1/2 an ounce mixed with water."
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
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