Root Beer

Kerrigan had an almost full can of root beer sitting in front of her at snack time tonight. Britnee was begging for a sip. Kerrigan was refusing to give her one. She hadn’t said a word…but was apparently shaking her head “no.” Britnee gave a final plea. Kerrigan looked up in exasperation seemingly unable to understand why Britnee wanted it so bad. She put her hand out, palm up and said, “Brit, you don’t like root and you don’t like beer!”