6:30 a.m. this fine Monday morning:
Nearly 4 year-old girl child, with hair touselled, eyes sleepy, and diaper droopy makes her morning appearance. Dragging her cozy (blanket) she shuffles over to me as I sit at the kitchen table drinking my steaming cup of java:
"Can I have a coffee?" she says in a raspy little voice.
Kid, if I could, I defintely would, 'cause you look like you could use a thermos full.
Next I will find her out on the back porch having a morning cigarette...
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