I thought it would be fun to start a tradition: the Father’s Day Pint. I thought about how cute it would be, years from now, watching father and daughter head out arm in arm to the local pub, and talk about how fab John is as a dad over a beer (or an iced tea or whatever. No, I’m not going to be peer pressuring my kid to drink).
Slight snag: Minors aren’t allowed in pubs. Even baby minors. So as we strolled into a cute little pub on Sunday with plans of brunch and a brewsky the hostess very sweetly had to tell us to get out (dummies, why would you bring a kid into a pub?). Right. So we headed next door and John had his pint there.
I took this photo when it was my turn to eat. Naomi contentedly squiggled on the bench beside me for about 4 minutes and then wanted to go places. We ate in shifts.
Next year we might have that pint at home…
Age: 2 1/2 months