So, we're at Starbucks tonight and Chase belts out, "I want coffee!". Apparently the barista wasn't moving fast enough for him. Luckily, it was a slow night for coffee drinkers in the city (90 degrees and very humid) and the place was empty. Chase has had a love of coffee for as long as he's been able to drink out of a cup. I cut back considerably when I was pregnant with him, so I'm not sure where the addiction is coming from. Maybe I can blame genetics? I think I'll start with his 99 year old great-grandpa with whom he is taking a coffee break this last spring.
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It is not genetics!!
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