Steam rose from the cup; delicious aroma stirred my senses as the pitter patter of little bare feet made their way into my dim light bedroom. Our farmboy had risen early..much earlier than the rest of us, and decided to surprise me with a special treat...a steaming cup of fresh coffee.
His smile was so sweet and sincere as he offered his gift to me; nice and hot with just the right amount of cream. I sat up to take a sip as he proudly watched. Knowing he had never made the coffee before I was concerned it might be too strong or too weak...after the first sip I realized there was something unique about this cup of coffee, but I wasn't quite sure what it was.
Nearing the end of the cup, with my proud boy watching closely, I noticed something. Another sip and .....
...there in the cup was a toy soldier. My farmboy's smile stretched from ear to ear as he proudly proclaimed, "The best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup!"
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Thats great! When I roll out of bed (at 4:30am). I have to get the coffee brewing.
Yes, these days I get the coffee going myself..teens are much to on the go for such things, but the memory of his funny prank stirs me every so often.
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