Ahh Children....
Children are a blessing and a curse sometimes....
At my brother's 4th of July cookout a few weeks ago, he was drinking a hazelnut double IPA. I tried it, and about threw up. Even he said it wasn't the best, a little tart and sour, and he's a beer head. We get up to go do something else briefly, and when we turned around, Hanah, his 3 year old, was two handing the beer, guzzling it down.
We yell, run over, and as she's lowering the bottle, she says "Ahhhh juice...". Doesn't even make a weird face.
Later that day, He and I were in the kitchen getting something. I had the fridge open, and she runs over and asks for a juice. I hand her a apple juice pack, and she shakes her head, points to the beer on the top shelf, and says "No, I want good juice!". She was a little miffed that she could only have apple juice.
She's gonna be trouble.
Now usually, I'm a whiskey drinker, straight or rocks, so when a family kid asks to try some, I'll let them have a sip. Their reaction usually guarantees that they won't want any more again for at least 15 years. Not this girl. He's gonna need a locked beer fridge soon.
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