I was reading an article last night about fathers and daughters and first drinks. Memories came flooding back of the time I took my daughter out for her first drink.

Off we went to our local watering hole which was only a few blocks from the house.

I got her a Moosehead. She didn't like it, so I drank it.

Then I got her a Keith's. She didn't like it, so I drank it.

It was the same with the Coors and a Bud.

By the time we got down to the whiskey and vodka, I could hardly push the stroller back home.

Ah, the memories...