Not crying over spilled milk is a no-brainer. But, this morning when Henry knocked over a full carafe of hot (thankfully not boiling) Ristretto Roasters Cowboy Blend coffee, I definitely had to stifle some emotion. Firstly, because my poor little guy almost burned his arm off. But, secondly (and if it makes me a bad mother to admit this, so be it) because it was almost the last of the beans my mom brought back from Portland on a recent visit to see my sister. Had it actually been the last pot, tears would definitely have been shed.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Don't Cry Over Spilled Coffee
Not crying over spilled milk is a no-brainer. But, this morning when Henry knocked over a full carafe of hot (thankfully not boiling) Ristretto Roasters Cowboy Blend coffee, I definitely had to stifle some emotion. Firstly, because my poor little guy almost burned his arm off. But, secondly (and if it makes me a bad mother to admit this, so be it) because it was almost the last of the beans my mom brought back from Portland on a recent visit to see my sister. Had it actually been the last pot, tears would definitely have been shed.
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