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coffee or milk coffee

I told you in an earlier post about my coffee addiction. Well this story should really make make you believe it.

The day after Christmas I asked my dad if I could have coffee (in the morning of course ), and guess what? . . . he said yes. I thought HOORAY!  

So he made me a cup of coffee in a very pretty mug. I was soooo excited that I couldn't wait to drink it. But when I took my first sip of the delicious drink, it did not taste like coffee at all. He had made it with alot of milk, so much that I was surprised because the milk over powered the coffee. Then I told him, "I asked for coffee not milk coffee."

Then a few days later he gave me a cup of coffee with a little bit of half and half, and said, "This is to make up for the bad milk coffee I gave you earlier."  I really love my dad!