Almost every day, Grandma arrives with her little thermos of coffee. She usually doesn't drink the whole thing, but she'll have a cup of two while she's here.
And just about every single day, she asks me if I would like some.
And every single time, I tell her no thank you because I don't like coffee.
And every single time, she tries to insist that I should try her coffee because it's different.
So far, I haven't had to drink it yet. I may not be so lucky forever.
On the other hand, a nice hot cup of cocoa sounds mighty tasty right now. :)
