And for my second posting, let's go to something less depressing (though some might differ). This happened in Cape Cod in the summer of 1993, so my son Alaitz was only a little over a year old. As far as I can remember this was the first time Alaitz had shown any interest in drinking from my beers. His interest is definitely intense. Of course, this was one of those rather tasteless, barely alcoholic beers that my inlaws used to buy. No harm done, I'm sure. I hope.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment