Not crying over spilled milk is a no-brainer. But, this morning when Henry knocked over a full carafe of hot (thankfully not boiling) Ristretto Roasters Cowboy Blend coffee, I definitely had to stifle some emotion. Firstly, because my poor little guy almost burned his arm off. But, secondly (and if it makes me a bad mother to admit this, so be it) because it was almost the last of the beans my mom brought back from Portland on a recent visit to see my sister. Had it actually been the last pot, tears would definitely have been shed.
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