The Pilsner family had one of those weekends where a calendar full of events meant a flurry of activity, military-like timings and change-overs and more than a little bit of angst and stress.
On Sunday Mrs Pilsner was responsible for Pick Up & Delivery of Children services and clothes shopping for kids while my duties included market shopping, house cleaning and dinner preparation. Me and the Littlest Pilsner had the house to ourselves and were able to enjoy some quality Daddy-Daughter time.
Late in the afternoon as I was prepping the veg and making the gravy and poured myself a Weihenstephaner Weissbier in a beautiful Weihenstephaner glass that I had bought myself for Father’s Day. The Littlest pilsner (almost four years old) was on her Helping Step assisting me by eating stuff as quickly as I could cut it when she popped her little nose over the tall foamy weizen.
“Mmmm, Daddy, this beer smells like bananas. I like bananas!”
I don’t need to describe for you the picture I presented as this proclamation was issued. Quivering lip, tear in the eye, cheeks flushed with pride and joy. I couldn’t even speak.
Needless to say, I have elevated her standing in the family accordingly and effective immediately. She is now entitled to extra bed-time stories of her choice for a month, she doesn’t have to clean her room if she doesn’t want to and she will now receive a greater portion of my estate upon my death.
To my other two daughters – pick up your respective games.
Cheers
Prof. Pilsner
PS; Daddy still loves you very, very much. But, seriously, pick up your game.
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2 comments:
It's never too late to teach them the way. AS a father, it is your job to educate.
Very true! It sure beats the only Beer-ducation they have had so far. The post called Lord of the Ales tells of the use of an beer empty bottle at the dinner table used as a 'Conch Shell' when everyone started talking over the top of each other.
Cheers
Prof. Pilsner
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