Your daughter passes her morning pretending to work at Starbucks.
I came upon Virginia in the backyard, barricaded by Ozarka bottles, pretending to run a drive through. She asked, "what kind of coffee do you want mommy?"
Grandma Mary Beth was kind enough to order from Virginia, even though she already had a coffee. Note the mug in grandma's left hand.
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That's my Goddaughter...the barista in training. I'd like a Venti mocha latte no foam hold the whip. Breve.
Hee hee.
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