So, story time, southern parenting triggered me. Deal.

nostr:nprofile1qqsrg8d45l36jv05jz2as2j2ejfee79xw2fmreqhnl2ttsz5f38u9mcprfmhxue69uhk2mrfw3jhxtnwdaehgunpw35jummjvuhszrnhwden5te0dehhxtnvdakz7qgawaehxw309ahx7um5wghxy6t5vdhkjmn9wgh8xmmrd9skctcwr4e86 and I have a kid. He's 9 now but he learned to walk at 10 months. My dad said "Rupert, I'm gonna give that baby a sip of my beer." I said "don't do that. He's got too much of mine and his daddy's families in him." He said "nah, it's fine. He's gonna hate it. He's a baby."

He gave Kajoonior a sip and that baby smiled and reached for the can. My dad laughed and said "nah, buddy. That's for grown ups" and then started to walk away. My sweet, innocent, coonass and canadian child got up off the floor and started following my dad for more beer. First steps for more sips.