Daddy's Coffee

One fine Saturday morning, Branden went to the bank and was kind enough to bring back a coffee from a local coffee shop. Fortunately, he knows me well and ordered my favorite concoction of espresso, caramel and milk (to which I add a little more sugar!). He purchased a plain, black coffee for himself. (In our many years of marriage, I've learned to look past this detail.)

After one accidental swig of my marvelously sweet libation, he labeled his cup.

Now, I ask you. Who did he think was going to a) read this cup and b) then make the decision not to take a drink?

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