Not Many Peers Around

Dad and I went to dinner with a lovely friend of ours the other night. We went to a wonderful Italian place, so I allowed Dad a rare glass of red wine, since Mary was drinking as well. Mary, Dad and I chatted along for hours and his one glass turned into two. When the second glass was gone, Mary offered Dad another. No thanks, He said, That' s my limit. Oh, Lyman, she coaxed, Since we are in our eighties, we should have no limit. Since I' ve reached my eighties, Dad said, I' don' t usually get PEER PRESSURE! Then he proceeded to drink his third and final glass.