Yesterday as I drove past the Starbucks where I make my Sunday morning prechurch ritual of a nonfat decaf grande mocha with whip, I hear from the three year old Jesse, “You not gonna get a mocha today Mommy?”
I limit myself to once a week, but the boy still knows my habits . . . reminds me of Jenny’s post about the same thing. Our kids know us so much better than we given them credit for, don’t they?