Coffee Breath

I worked hard today: laundry, gardening & landscaping, and keeping up with old N.  I needed another cup of coffee before I made the drive over to pick up E from school.  I poured my mug, placed it in the cup holder, strapped N in and made the 4 minute drive to pick up his big sis.  She greeted us like always with a big smile and her large backpack bumping behind her.  When she opened the van door her words were not, "Whew, I need a snack," or "Can I watch a movie when I get home?" as per usual.   It was instead, "Why does it smell like 'Mommy Morning Breath' in here?"  Hmm.