5AM. Mommy and me in the kitchen. Mommy making coffee and me hanging out on the countertop. Mommy lets me smell the coffee grinds and then puts some in her hand for me to touch. Touch, she said. Not eat, though that is exactly what I did.
How would you caption this photo of me with coffee grinds in and around my mouth as well as in my hand.
And this one? How am I feeling about this sudden jolt in caffeine?
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