When Audrey woke this morning Dutch was in the kitchen making coffee. "May - may I have a coffee, please, Dad?" she asked.
"Sure," he said and mixed some concoction into a sippy cup. He handed it to her, winking, at the same time he handed me my quadruple latte. We watched as she threw her frizzy head back and took one long slurpy sip.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"I - I like it," she said, as if making a concession. "Only it's just milk. That's the problem!"
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That is adorable!! Brody pretends that his bath-water-filled jug is his coffee...kinda gross actually!
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