I drink coffee. I like drinking coffee. It makes me feel somewhat human and makes me a nicer person. This is why, although he hates the smell of it, my husband even procures coffee for me.
My 4-year-old son is hyper. He is making noise, running, or climbing, constantly, sometimes all at the same time. Yesterday, he asked for a little bit of my coffee. I figured, "Oh, what the heck, he's going to preschool soon anyway." He consumed it quickly and happily, and a few minutes later, he kind of calmed down a bit. We actually got to the school a few minutes early because I anticipate a battle every day, and there wasn't one.
This morning, he asked for a CUP of coffee of his own. So I said, OK. I made him his own cup of coffee. He was an unusually compliant, sweet boy almost all day (by about 6:30, he was crashing).
As he was getting ready for bed, I told him I really liked how well he behaved all day. He said, "Was I good all day, because I listened, and was a much nicer boy?" I said "Yeah." And he said, "You're much nicer when you drink coffee too."
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