FirstHusband is out of town, so finding a fresh pot of coffee when I came downstairs this morning was a nice surprise. Me: “Someone made coffee?” PinkGirl: “Me.” Me: “awww. You’re my favorite daughter!” PinkGirl: “I would have preferred ‘favorite child.’” FavoriteSon: “What do you want?” PinkGirl: “nothing!” FavroiteSon: “umm. hmm.” Filed under: caffeine, family, […]![]()
