I read an article about fathers and sons drinking together. … After all this time, I realized I’d never taken my son out to drink. So we headed to our local tavern, which was only two blocks from our place. I got him some Guinness. He didn’t enjoy it, so I drank it. Then I grabbed him some Killian’s. He did not like that either, so I drank it. I gave up hope and ordered him a Harp Lager.

No, he didn’t like that either. I sipped it. I figured he would prefer whiskey over beer, so we tried a Jameson’s. No, no cigar! In desperation, I had him taste the 25-year-old Glenfiddich, the bar’s finest scotch. He would not even smell it. What could I do but drink it? I realized he didn’t enjoy drinking. I couldn’t even push his stroller back home!