There are two types of people in this world: those who like eggnog and those who don't. Maggie does not care for eggnog (one sip is enough for the whole year). I am a fan of the creamy treat. So, what happens when the two create a little boy. Will the boy like eggnog, will he hate it, or will it be an unholy combination of the two extremes. How terrible would the latter be.
There are distinct advantages to either side. If Ian were to hate the "vile" stuff, I would have it all to myself. I would not be required to share the holy nectar, except for the very small wife tax at the beginning of the Holiday season. I could be completely selfish and not feel bad about it, because neither of them care.
On the other hand, if that happened over and over (sounds like we are planning on having twenty kids), I would feel increasingly guilty buying it. Could I really feel good about buying something that is solely for my addiction and is beneficial to nobody else. Would I? Probably, but that's beside the point.
Well, on Saturday we bought our first quart of 'nog. As daddy was drinking it, Ian looking up with eyes of longing. Who can say no? Leaning down I tipped the glass to his lips. He wouldn't stop. In all he probably drank a third of my glass (which was rather small). My solitary claim to the eggnog was over. For better or for worse, he loves the stuff.