When I was very small (around 7 or 8 years old), when my parents held a hotpot, sometimes they would buy Baby Duck sparkling wine. In hindsight, I think it was my mom who would pick up the bottle of Baby Duck. I didn't realize it at the time, but my mom has a stronger taste for alcohol than my dad. She was not an alcoholic, but she did enjoy red wine on special occasions, and also sometimes would sip a glass as she claimed that it helped her to fall asleep.
Anyways, during these special occasion hotpots, I would ask my mom for a small glass of the Baby Duck so that I could look like an adult. I never really enjoyed drinking wine, because like all alcoholic beverages, there is a bitter aftertaste. But I slurped it up nonetheless at every hotpot, because I felt it was a privilege to do so.
So we were eating at a restaurant recently, and out of the blue, my son asks about tasting a glass of wine. WTF, where did this come from?
I asked him why did he suddenly become curious about wine. He said that he saw me drinking it before, and wanted to try some himself. We don't drink alcohol at home. I don't buy beer nor wine to consume at home. We have kept a few bottles of wine as gifts from friends. So I really don't know when or how he even remembers the previous time that I drank red wine, as I don't remember it myself.
Anyways, my son asked to try a sip of the wine that we had at home. I told him that unfortunately, once you open the bottle, you have to consume the whole thing or it starts to lose its original flavour and begin to taste more sour after a couple of days. Man, the look of disappointment on his face just makes me cave in. I hate that.
I told him I would give him a sip of wine the next time we went out to eat.
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