Last time I was up north in Bellingham, I picked up a few bottles of the local IPAs and splurged on a bottle of Pike’s Old Bawdy 2006 (a barleywine). Last night I cracked the bottle open, poured it in to a glass, took a tiny sip, then set it behind me, out of range of my daughter’s grabby hands. A few seconds later, while filming her new mobility, I backed up and knocked the whole glass over. You can even tell the precise moment because you can hear me say start to curse, but stop myself in the film.

There was another tiny sip left in the glass, but it was otherwise a tragedy. Barley (the dog) spent the next several minutes licking the site of the spill (after we toweled it up), so I suppose it wasn’t a loss for everyone.

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