Friday, July 08, 2005

Corrupting the youth

My DH made me a cup of iced coffee with chocolate milk. I suppose one would call it a mocha.

My Younger Son was very interested in my cup with a straw. He comes up to me and says "some." OK, here you go.

He sipped from the straw, held his hand in his mouth and said "coffee," with a look on his face bordering delight and disgust.

Yeah. Do you want some more?

He nodded.

He would have drank the whole cup if I had let him. It was, of course, decaf.

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