I'm a proud father this week because I taught my daughter a brand-new skill.
She just learned how to get me a beer from the fridge.
And this isn't some simple fetch
quest for toddlers sorta skill.
Oh, no.
This skill has nuance because I don't drink alcohol anymore.
So I had to sit her down and explain to her, "see, these beers? Daddy can only have these beers," motioning to the multiple boxes of Athletic Brewing Co. beer that's now filled my beer fridge.
"And not this beer?" she asked, and I said, "no, not this beer. That's not daddy's beer."
And then we had a short side-conversation about the lonely can of Budweiser somebody had left from a party long ago, and I had to explain to her that, "well, that's not really anybody's beer,"