When my boys turned 21 they asked me to go out for a drink with them. I refused.
I had quit drinking the day my wife told me she was pregnant. I stopped on the way home to give my best friend the happy news. He fixed us a nice scotch. I had the one drink and went home.
Never drank again.
My kids never saw me with alcohol or smelled it on me.
I just don’t understand parents these days.
Ditto. Never saw my WWII pilot father ever take a drink and neither has my son seen the same from me. I took Dad’s action as setting the example you want others to follow and follow for a good reason.