Let me say this first, my mom likes coffee, my wife likes coffee, her mom likes coffee, my dad liked coffee, my wife’s grandparents liked coffee, my grandparents liked coffee.  You get the point, everyone in my family and my wife’s family has always shared a love for the java.  Then comes me.  I admit I’m a bit different from the rest of my family in some of my physical traits and I have often told my mom I think I was adopted to which her answer always is, very sternly “no you were not, I was there I ought to know”.  Now comes the new generation, my daughter.  Does she like Mountain Dew like her dad, yeah OK, but what does she love?  Coffee.  She will eat a whole coffee bean, she asks for a few coffee grounds when I’m making it on the weekends for mommy.  I mean she at almost 3 years of age, is a java junkie.  I thought I may get some support on her at her age not having any coffee but even her pediatrician when I brought it up sort of shrugged her shoulders and said her’s use to drink some out of their sippy cups and now they are in their 30’s and doing great so just don’t let her have like a whole thermos.  Well, OK, I won’t.  But her favorite thing to do is make coffee for mommy, her favorite place to go is the coffee shop, her favorite drink of choice right now is coffee with Irish creme and a few sprinkles.  She continues my families love of coffee…sigh…I will just sit over here and sip my Mountain Dew.

Fletch