My youngest daughter, Olivia, (9 years old) is just the sweetest child (generally).   Every so often on Sunday mornings she comes down stairs and shuts my door so I can sleep. Then she gets busy in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast for me.   Usually a bowl of cereal and toast.   Problem is that when I get up it has all been sitting there a while... extremely smushy but I always choke it down.   Last time, the coffee looked muddy and I asked her how many scoops she put in ... she said eleven!!! 

 

She is really a tender hearted girl and I am pretty lucky.   

 

 

 

Jennifer