Fish & Chips (& Milk)

At some point - and I'm not sure exactly when - "Paternity leave" became Dad's excuse to spend his days wining and dining with Mom and me. Anyway, today it got into the mid-60s, so we went to Old Town to stroll around. No sooner had we parked the car than Dad points to Eamonn's and demands lunch. Mom and Dad had a lovely bit of fish and chips and a pint o'the black stuff, but here I am with my rear end sticking out from under the "hooter hider" as I make a meager lunch of milk afterwards in the car.