This evening I had a wonderful experience that brought me real pleasure as a parent. As I was putting my youngest down to sleep for the night, my oldest was thoughtful and old enough to pop a couple of beers into the freezer for me so that they would be cold when I came back to the kitchen. (“Dad, I put in two beers, because ‘a couple’ means two, right, dad?”) Sure, I asked my oldest to help out, but that the little one responded made me so happy. One down for the night, one to go and cold beer in the fridge …
Hey you parents out there – is this one of the great turning points in the life of the family, when a child can bring dad beer?
