Morning coffee. Home-brewed. Trying to wake up.
Faster daughter whooshes by and knocks it from my grip.
Shattered ceramic. Sloshed coffee on tepee. And me.
I only had two sips.
Daughter insists on me toweling off the two drops that got on a the Itty Twins book.
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