My dad used to let me sip the foam off of a mug of beer.
I was 6.
Ah, talk about memory lane!
I was two.
I know ‘cause I remember the photos and home movies, lol.
I was about that age when I first tasted beer. I thought it was horrible and wondered why people drank it. A few years later I found out I liked it.
Way back when I lived in a shack in the woods we’d have cookouts, families with small children, music and a keg of beer. One day we noticed several kids passing around a headless doll. Someone saw a kid filling the doll with beer from the keg.
The doll disappeared and we started guarding the keg.
Same here... and he was a combat pilot from the Second World War, an accomplished lawyer and had more common sense than these idiots out there today.
Good grief, what have we gotten ourselves into these days?