Husband: Peter! Coffee!
Peter comes running.
Me: Did you just tell the 6 year old that the coffee is ready?
He stands there, silent, pondering pithy responses, and coming up short.
Peter grins. And then he searches for the flavored creamer in the fridge, which is, alas, all gone.
Earlier this morning, Fritz requested that I buy some French vanilla flavored beans. This is not normal.
For the record, we serve the java heavy on the latte.