Beans loves coffee. He has loved coffee as long as I can remember, sometimes going so far as to steal sips from my cup when I’m not looking. (Let’s just say it’s a very good thing I drink decaf.)
This morning, he asked for a drink of my coffee and, as usual, I said no, of course not.
I don’t have a good reason. I’m sure there is a reason a 4-year-old shouldn’t drink coffee – I just don’t know what it is. But I don’t let him have soft drinks (it’s rare he even gets KoolAid, poor deprived little guy), so why would I cave on coffee?
Quick, I told myself, make something up. I resorted to an old [unimaginative] standby.
“It’ll stunt your growth,” I told him. “If you drink coffee, you won’t get big and strong.”
Beans was not quitting.
“Do you want me to get big?” he queried.
“You said you didn’t want me to grow anymore. You said you wanted me to stay little.”
Yeah, but …
“Then why can’t I have coffee?”
Oooooh, he’s outsmarted me.
Fine. Just a sip. A tiny sip …
(Maybe I’ll get lucky and it really will slow down the growing for a while. I can hope.)