As I sink into the beanbag in front of the TV, getting all cozied up to watch the newest episode of Downton Abbey (Masterpiece Classic, PBS — period piece awesomeness that is not about urban nuns), Girly spies the cappuccino in my hand and runs over for her share. At $4.50 a pop, I really shouldn’t be drinking these as often as I do, but since I’m still in the “oh, it’s all Monopoly money anyway” zone, I happily hand over my multicolored bills without counting the actual cost. And from the look of things, it’s soon going to get a lot more expensive.
She used to be content with spoonfuls of foam off the top. Then she moved on to little sips. Today she took over my cup and finished off the bottom third.
It appears that in addition to a sophisticated palate, baby girl also has good taste in TV. If she’s enjoying Downton Abbey, she might almost be ready for a little Colin Firth.
Now we just have to figure out how to fund an extra coffee for the next 17 years.