Monday, March 21, 2005

Future booze hound

When I was a little kid I had a habit of snatching my fathers drinks when he wasn't looking. I apparently had an taste for rum and rye whiskey, or so I am told.

My father tells a story of how he tried to break me of this habit by handing me a half bottle of rum after catching me trying to steal a drink from his glass. He thought the taste of straight rum would be so harsh that I would develop an aversion to the taste. I promptly tipped the bottle and took several large drinks. NO PROBLEM! My father never tried that again.

Fast forward 30 or so years to last Saturday night. Wifey and I were having a drink before heading over to friends for a few glasses of wine. Wifey poured herself a little Port and I of course had a "taste" of Scotch. It should be noted that Wifey and I haven't made taboos of things our children know we do. We don't smoke, so it is easy to tell them it's evil. But we drink. So no taboo, just the knowledge that it does have a effect on your brain if you drink too much.

Now Wifey and I were well aware that the Girl liked red wine. She always steals a taste if we leave our glass unattended and she happens by it (which isn't often because the kids are usually in bed when we partake) . Nevertheless, there we were with drinks in hand, enjoying a moment of serenity when the Girl bounces into the room.

"Whatcha drinkin?" she says to Wifey.

"It's called Port" Wifey replied. "want to try?"

I know what Wifey was thinking. It was the same thing my father was thinking thirty years before. It's not what she was expecting and the taste would put her off. She took a tiny little sip and immediately turned up her little nose up. She hated it!

The Girl then walks over to me. "Whatcha drinkin?" she says to me, and I'm thinking hey! maybe it'll work again. "It's called Scotch" I reply. Without even offering she took the glass and had a tiny sip.

"Mmmmm. normal" Then she bounced out of the room.

AAHHHHH!

Friday, March 04, 2005

Words of wisdom. Pass it on!

I cannot help but notice lately that people are growing increasingly depressed by events in the world. My advice to them is to remember:

If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.

Pass it on!