This happened about a decade ago when I wasn't yet a legally-recycled bachelor.
It was the 90th birthday of my paternal grandmother [My grandmother lived until she was 98. She died last December]. My three year old son wanted to try Coke.
Not wanting him to start craving for soft drinks, I went to the kitchen, got a warm bottle of Coke, opened it, inserted a straw and let my son take a sip.
Wonder of wonders! He didn't like the taste.
So, I was quite happy with my quick-thinking self when turned to return the bottle of Coke in the kitchen.
After a step, I heard my father tell my son, "Here, try a cold one."