When i was like four or so, my dad would have friends after i went to sleep. I used to sneak down the stairs and listen to them until my dad found me, and brought me into the living room. I would hang out and think i was pretty cool shit, and finish off all the bottoms of all the beers until i was tired enough to go back to sleep. My first full sentence was "give me a beer", and this practice probably had something to do with that.