I sit down at the table with a perfect cup of coffee: a preheated mug filled three-quarters of the way with Freedom of Espresso’s organic blend, finished off with really long pours of both white sugar and heavy cream. As I take my first, second, and third sips of the morning, I can feel my mood lift from conscious to maniacally chipper. High on caffeine and eager for conversation, I look over at my seven year-old as she works on her spelling.
“So, Joss, what do you think about coffee,” I ask her.
“I think I’m going to like coffee when I get older, and I’ll probably drink it,” she says, not looking up from her book.
Good answer.
“So, Noah,” I say, turning to my left to look at my five year-old, “do you have any thoughts about coffee?”
Pause.
“Well,” he says with much gravitas, “I did try a Red Bull once.”
I nod my head slowly and furrow my brow a little, matching his tone. Then I take another sip of coffee and watch the morning traffic pass by the front window, and we all think about coffee.