Okay, I'll admit that they don't necessarily care for the black stuff. They prefer fluffy frothed milk flavored with vanilla syrup and sprinkled with cinnamon and would probably gag if they tasted "the real stuff". In fact, Ella often orders her coffee with a specific request..."don't put any that black stuff in there, okay Mom?" So you see…I'm not such a bad mom. Giving my girls coffee would stunt their growth (does anyone know if this is really true?). And the house is crazy enough without a caffeine-induced frenzy aiding the girls in their mess-making...I mean creative play.
So in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons, we have coffee parties where all of us girls gather around the table with mugs of all sizes and down a few cups of delicious coffee. I remember doing the same thing with my mom when I was small, only she gave me watered down "black stuff". Maybe that's why I love my coffee to this day.