Morning Coffee

A few days ago Brianna and I went to IKEA and picked her up a new, toddler-sized table and chairs so we can comfortably paint, draw, play clay and have snacks in her room. (It's kind of plain right now, white and unfinished pine but we are thinking of painting or staining the wood.) Well, this morning Daddy and Bree enjoyed their morning beverages at the new table. Daddy had actual coffee while Bree had juice....Brianna knows that Mommy and Daddy have coffee in the morning, she'll point to our mugs and say "coffee?, coffee?" Then she asks "Baby coffee too?" For a number of mornings we explained that babies don't like coffee, they think it's yucky, and then would hand her a cup of juice. But, nevertheless she insists on calling it her "baby coffee." After she gets her morning juice she will point to Daddy's cup and say "coffee," then point to her own and say "baby coffee!" with a satisfied look on her face and drink it down happily. Now, we've given up and say, "Here's your baby coffee," no matter what's actually in the cup. The funny thing is, she only calls it coffee in the morning, the rest of the day she calls it juice, or water or milk, whatever it really is at the time...I guess it's really all in the name!