So I’m finishing up Ava’s bath a couple minutes ago, and she’s playing “The Coffee Game.” It involves me placing an order for coffee, and Ava takes her two plastic cups and makes up a piping hot cup of brew for me.
I order. “Skinny decaf latte, please, one pump of vanilla.”
“You aren’t a girl,” Ava replies, nailing the disaffected, slightly disdainful demeanor of the workers at our local coffee house.
“Just take my order, please: Skinny decaf latte, one pump of vanilla.”
“You’re not a girl! You get a Louis to go.”
Reminder to self: They hear everything.