Beer on the Brain

Nathan and I went out shopping for an extra large pan so that Aunt Lexi can fix us her delicious breakfast scramble when she comes in. I know. People are going to stop coming to our house if we continue to make them work. I have a list of stuff for Lady, too. Anyways, I'll get back to my original thought. Nathan and I were looking at pans when he noticed a really large decorative jar. He yelled, "Mommy, that's a big beer!" I just kind of laughed and looked around. Then he proceeded to tell me that we need to go buy beer. I told him we didn't need to buy beer because Daddy makes sure the house is fully stocked at all times. I left off that last part, but it's true. So, after I told him we weren't going to buy beer, he kept on repeating, "I need to drink beer. I need to drink beer. Mommy, need beer?" During this nonstop beer conversation, there were about three other ladies all within five feet of us. I'm sure they thought I was a top notch mother. It looks like Nathan has beer on the brain. I can't imagine why Nathan is so intrigued with beer. Steve, do you have any idea where he would have picked up this beer fascination?