I love coffee. Well, I think it’s been described as cream and sugar with a little coffee by the true coffee drinkers in my circle, but I digress.
Last night we were driving home and we passed Braum’s. We went there once last summer for a treat. Captain Chaos saw it and immediately started squealing, “ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!” I couldn’t believe that he remembered… I turned around and told him that there would be no stop for ice cream and he got quiet.
Two blocks later we passed Starbucks. From the back seat, “COFFEE! COFFEE!” I didn’t know he even knew what Starbucks sold. I told him no coffee either.
We got home a short while later and I settled onto the couch to read a magazine. I was interrupted by a small tap on my leg.
“Sure, would you like milk or water?”
“No. No coffee. Milk. Or. Water.”
“Otay” <insert big sigh> “Milk.”
What have I done?