Friday morning, at my husband's parents' house, the second pot of coffee was brewing. Coffee mugs were lined up at one end of the kitchen island.
Squish: "Is that coffee?!? [You may not know this, but I actually love coffee.]"
Saturday morning, at my husband's parents' house, the third pot of coffee was brewing. Again, coffee mugs were clustered at one end of the island.
Squish: "Coffee?!?? [Some people say their first cup of coffee in the morning is the best. But I actually like the third cup the best. But . . . it's hard to have a third cup when you haven't had a first or a second cup yet. Pass me a cup of coffee. I'll catch up to you all with your Third Cups in no time. Trust me.]
Saturday night, in my living room, a certain prequel about monsters in college was playing on the television. The characters were enjoying drinking from mugs.
Squish: "Coffee???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????? COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Bug: "No. That's hot cocoa."