Driving home from Target today, I started singing "Bye Bye Miss American Pie." Not thinking of my cute little question-asker, I belted out "Good 'ol boys drinking whiskey and rye..." I caught myself before I got to "This'll be the day that I die." We all know where that would lead...
But I stopped myself one line too late.
"Mom? What's whiskey?"
"A drink that grown-ups drink sometimes."
"I had whiskey when I was just a little kid."
"You did? Where?"
"At a restaurant. The restaurant man gave me some."
"How was it?"
"It was pretty good, but it was a little spicy."