When I was growing up, Labatt’s IPA was the beer that all fathers of teenagers drank at home because they knew we wouldn’t touch it.
I have been pretty fortunate with my kids. Generally speaking they have ignored my beer.
My step son will only occasionally have a beer with me.
The wife and I had him out last night to celebrate his getting his insurance agent license and he turned down a fine local Winter Ale.
OK with me; Saves me seven bucks. He did chow down on the appetizers.