When I was little I wanted to do whatever my parents did. I wanted
to drink what my parents were drinking and eat what my parents were
eating. Mom was slurping down escargot? I was too. Dad was drinking a
beer? I wanted a sip until, "YUCK!" I changed my mind.
So I figured when Archer went straight for my coffee the
other day, I would give him a sip, turning him off of the stuff for
good, or at least, for a few years. He took a sip of my iced soy latte,
recoiled from the taste and then smiled, his big eyes blinking sweetly.
"Mmmmmmmm," he said and then motioned for more.
"No, baby. This isn't for Archers. This is for mommies."
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