Today I wanted to buy some beer. My love of marionberries has led me to Sam Adam's Blackberry Witbier. I'm not a prolific drinker by any means but I wanted some for New Year's Eve. Especially because I expect horribly icy roads to lock us up at home over the weekend. I decided to pick some up after I picked up Relia from preschool.
We pulled up outside and she saw some Corona signs in the window. "The parrot store! Are we getting a parrot?" No honey, we're not.
I carefully explained that I was going to pick up some beer. (Let me pause for a moment and mention that we didn't have any alcohol in the house while I grew up. We weren't aggressively teetotalin', we just didn't have it. This means that I still feel a small bit of shame when I buy booze. It also means that I have absolutely no role models for adult buying with small child in tow.) Relia had no problem with this.
Unfortunately I couldn't find it. Also unfortunate, Relia decided to narrate our entire trip at high volume. She wanted to know what I wanted and I told her 'blueberry beer'. She went up to each and every beer that had blue on the label and told the store that she found it.
- As we walked past the bottles of vodka she loudly announced 'Water'!
- She was concerned that the St Pauli girl was 'spilling her beer'.
- Relia was very concerned that we would leave before she sampled the liquor store's candy. Of which I could find none.
- As we walked past the wine she told everyone about her Grandpa and tried to pick out his favorite type.
- She was thrilled with any type of beer that had berries or fruit on it. All of it was exciting. Very exciting.
I think that will be the pattern for the future . . .