Bad Fatherdom, in progress

I like to listen to a lot of Celtic music, which -- in its more "fun" forms -- involves listening to a lot of drinking songs. Thus it has come to pass that one of my daughter's favorite songs, owing to its presence on a frequently played CD, is "Beer, Beer, Beer". Well, OK....except the other day I was playing a different CD, and on comes another song about beer, "Beers To You". (It was the opening titles song to the Clint Eastwood movie Any Which Way You Can.) She immediately adopted that one, as well.

But I can draw hope in the fact that she looks at me with disapproval every time I actually drink a beer, right?