This is Entirely Her Father's Fault

So we're sitting at the table for dinner tonight, and Chas still has ESPN playing on the television.

Suddenly, we hear the reggae music from one of the commercials.

My darling, sweet, innocent child pipes up with, "It's BEER! HOORAY BEER!"

I think my husband watches far too much sports programming. You don't find commercials for Red Stripe on the Discovery Channel.