At dinner tonight, Daddy let us have root beer. He didn't let us each have our own, but he did put the other half in a clean, empty bottle so we could both drink from a bottle.
There was lots of toasting, in both English and German . . .
. . . and not a lot of eating.
Don't tell Mommy . . . again
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