I let Daddy sleep in till 11a.m., so when he got up, I asked him as he was heading down the stairs, to get the kiddo some apple juice. He comes back upstairs with his huge, manly coffee cup and as he walks by, I hear him spit out his drink and mumble under his breath, "crap, that's not coffee". He comes in my room with a sour look on his face, so I say "apple juice in the coffee cup again?".
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