My son was about four years old when we went on a campout with a group of friends for the weekend. It was a hot summer day, we were on vacation, and someone handed me a cold beer.
He kept asking for a drink, so I gulped the remainder of the can down, went to the water container, and filled the can up. The next time he asked, I gave him the can, where he promptly took a slug.
He screwed his face up and fairly shouted, “Tastes like wah!”
Everyone laughed as he sat down and continued to take sips from the can. In the meantime, I helped myself to a second beer.
In an unguarded moment, he snatched my can of beer from the cup holder built into the chair I was sitting in and took a gulp. The look on his face said it all.
After he stopped gagging, he exclaimed, “That’s shitty!”
At least three of the seven people gathered around the still cold hearth blew beer suds from their noses.
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