My favorite grandchild

I know I shouldn’t pick favorites, I love all four of my grandkids, but yesterday in the middle of boiling a wheat beer Iris, the five year old, came downstairs with the mail. Her exact words were, “What’s that good smell? I like it.” She’s a very smart child and cute as a button.

Thats cool. Now to be fair, give your other grandchildren a chance to come downstairs while your brewing :slight_smile:

They’ve all been around it for most of their lives.