Blame it on Starbucks
I was busy checking my inbox one morning when my daughter silently approached me and whispered to my ear, “Mom, can I have just a little coffee, pleeease, only a little.” This request even when we have this agreement that she gets to drink only coffee from Starbucks, not from home [a rule I invented to lessen the guilt and to prevent her from getting too addicted to java], and even when there wasn’t any coffee brewing that morning.
Egad. Those trips to Starbucks (seldom, I must tell you) must have did this to her, and yes, I’m the one to blame for allowing her to take those sips. Like, what was I thinking?! Caffeine for a 3-year-old? Got to switch to decaf before the little one gets hooked too early.