I can't believe I forgot to write this one down but, a few weeks ago, when we were taking Rhyme Girl back to her mother's house, Wee Man cracked us up from his booster seat.
Out of nowhere, suddenly he calls out, "Fresh beer! I've got your fresh beer here! Does anyone want any fresh beer?"
Keep in mind that:
#1 - We buy a 12 of beer maybe 3 or 4 times a year - we aren't big drinkers.
#2 - We were no where near a Beer Store.
#3 - He sounded like one of those guys selling popcorn or hot dogs at a baseball game.
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