Z is now of an age where his extracurricular activities, while necessary for healthy social development, are impacting his sleeping hours. I realized this a.m. that he is past the age where my grandmother initiated me into the rites of morning caffeine. She did this with the aid of much sugar and warm milk (and I will be eternally grateful, having been addicted to the nectar of the gods ever since). Hence the following:
Me: Taste this.
Z: NO!
Me: Please?
Z: NO! I don't WANT any coffee!
Me: Please? Just try it.
Z: NO!!!
Me: (puppy eyes while holding out a small sip on a spoon)
Z: FINE!!!! (grumpy face. Tastes the coffee.)
Z: (grumpy face still in place) FINE! GIMME SOME!
Me: (maniacal laughter while going to prepare a cup for him)
Z: THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER! THIS IS A NATIONAL EMERGENCY! I DO NOT HAVE COFFEE!!!!
Me: (hands him a cup of his own)
And the torch is passed. Thanks Gramma!!!
Thursday, March 03, 2011
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