My Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal Husband has a fondness for coffee. Good coffee. Good coffee prepared and served by chipper baristas. Our local java hut has some of the best coffee, and nicest baristas, you’ve ever met.
So, we pulled into the java hut this afternoon to pick up his monthly pound of espresso roast. My 4.5yo examined the menu board very seriously before asking, “Mom, is it okay if you order me something from this kid menu?”
She was looking at the espresso board. I guess a single shot latte is “kid friendly,” right? Well, in her opinion, anyhow. She got to go home sans coffee, with the promise of a milk steamer instead.
Perhaps there is a reason she’s rather small.