I took my son out for his first pint.

Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from the cottage.

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. 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 bloody drunk I could hardly push his pram back home.