
"Coffee!"
Lindsay and I looked at each other.
"Did he just say that?" I tried to see if the feat could be replicated. "C-C-Coffee," I coached.
"C-C-FOFFEE!" said Aidan. "FOFFEE! FOFFEE! FOFFEE!"
The way he was jumping around the kitchen, banging cabinet doors and chest-bumping the oven, I wondered if he had been secretly imbibing. At the very least, he's caught on to a vital element in the life of today's theologian.
You know, I just don't get coffee. I know, not something to say on this blog. I've just never really cared for it.
ReplyDeleteI'll have a latte or capuccino on occasion, but that's about it.
I think I recall that you're a Pepsi addict?
ReplyDeleteThe most generous thing I can say, Steve, is that I hope this little problem goes away and that things become better in your life.
Hey, it could happen.
I can hardly stomach the smell of coffee, let alone the taste, so I can't at all relate with Aidan's excitement.
ReplyDeleteGimme somethin' with corn syrup, caffeine, and caramel coloring any day.
Gimme somethin' with corn syrup, caffeine, and caramel coloring any day.
ReplyDeleteYou're parodying Steve, right? Pointing out how childish he sounds? Nice repartee. ;)
What happened to your commentators, Ariel? The Barbarians are at the gates! No COFFEE! What is this world coming to? ;)
ReplyDeleteI don't know, man. It's as if all the cool people have shrunk into the woodwork and now the only readers I have left are these coffee-eschewing wing nuts!
ReplyDeleteI joke, I joke.
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ReplyDeleteLOL. You're a twisted man, John.
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