My mom is really into genealogy. I found this note, and this cool old photo of me with my great grandfather on one of the family websites she maintains:
Papa visited almost every morning after Leslie was born and usually just after bath time. She was his first great grandchild and he would sing songs for her and recite all the little poems I remember him telling me as a child. My daughter Leslie absolutely loved Papa, especially when he spoon fed his coffee to her.
I’ve been drinking coffee since I was 18 months old … So that explains the difficulty I’ve had getting of Starbucks.