On Acting Like A Little Shit

The Old Man and Daniel are at a football game, watching the generally predictable Baraboo Thunderbirds (1-5 so far this season). The Old Man is drinking a hot chocolate, which, despite keeping him warm, does very little to satisfy his rather sizable thirst. Daniel has a can of Pepsi. The Old Man asks Daniel if he could have a small sip of said Pepsi, just enough to wet his whistle. Daniel nods. "Sure thing, father!" He takes a big swig, and hands it over to the my father. The Old Man, on putting the can to his lips, is perplexed and dismayed to find that there is not one drop of soda left. The can is bone dry. He turns to my brother, who is smiling.
"Whaddya think of that?" Daniel asks.