She filled her mug.
Pungent, bitter and black--it smelled wonderful.
The full carafe, munus her mug, slid into the fridge for later. Later, she will be too tired to brew a fresh pot and will be grateful for the cold refreshment. Perhaps with ice.
Now, she breathes it in, and adds milk. No sugar.
Ah Goo. Ah Goo.
"Mommy, he said Ah Goo!"
What else does he do? He loafs around, eating and sleeping--waiting for care to be rained upon himself. He looks, listens and learns. Always learns. Shapes, colors. People's faces. He watches how they move, where they go.
Then, slowly, a huge grin breaks out. He squeals with delight.
Pungent, bitter and black--it smelled wonderful.
The full carafe, munus her mug, slid into the fridge for later. Later, she will be too tired to brew a fresh pot and will be grateful for the cold refreshment. Perhaps with ice.
Now, she breathes it in, and adds milk. No sugar.
Ah Goo. Ah Goo.
"Mommy, he said Ah Goo!"
What else does he do? He loafs around, eating and sleeping--waiting for care to be rained upon himself. He looks, listens and learns. Always learns. Shapes, colors. People's faces. He watches how they move, where they go.
Then, slowly, a huge grin breaks out. He squeals with delight.