“Look, Mommy, it’s the coffee man!”
We were out for a day of shopping amid the masses of Christmas paraphernalia also out in full force. Santa Claus, candy canes, Christmas trees and…
I asked my little Lovey to repeat what she had just said and clear as day she sang, “Run, run, as fast you can. You can’t catch me, I’m the coffee man!”
Aha! And then it clicked. I have been sampling a new holiday coffee in the flavor of Boston’s Best “Grandma’s Iced Gingerbread” and of course, who would appropriately grace the package? Gingerbread Man. Apparently even my 2-year-old is keenly aware of my coffee habit.
(Just for the record, the coffee wasn’t too bad. I thought it mediocre at first, but it grew on me. This morning, I opened a fresh bag of “Frosty’s White Chocolate.” Not crazy about it, but maybe it will grow on me, too… It’s hard to top Starbucks or Cameron’s.)