It had to happen. Isabelle saw Mommy and Daddy drinking a beer, and asked to taste it. Now, we knew how to deal with this. We remembered how our parents dealt with it. Kid asks to taste beer, you say, "sure." Kid tastes it, makes a face, never asks again (until she's a teenager, of course). So we let Isabelle dip her finger in, lick it off.
"More."
"You like it?" we asked.
"Yummy."
On reflection, it occured to us, when we were children, our parents drank Budweiser and Pabst Blue Ribbon. We probably let Isabelle taste a peach Magic Hat #9. Right.
So we're back to the old rule. "Just for Mommys and Daddys." Because I said so.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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