2y 5m
We were in the tricycle. Me in front, her in the back, the way we always ride. Coffee stands line every street in Cambodia and we pass them constantly. Sometimes we stop for iced tea.
I don’t know exactly which stand caught her eye but something did because out of nowhere she asked about coffee. She already knew it wasn’t for her. She knew it the same way she knows a lot of things. Because we talk about everything. Coffee is for adults. She’d heard that and filed it away somewhere.
So when she asked if coffee was for adults and I confirmed it, she didn’t argue. She went straight to the next question. If I drink it and get sick, will you make me feel better? I told her no. Because she wasn’t going to drink it in the first place. I thought that was the end of that. It wasn’t.
Her response was: I can only sip it? She knows the difference between a sip and a drink. She has known for a while. And in that moment she used that distinction the way only she could. The rule was don’t drink it. A sip isn’t a drink.
I was impressed. I still am.
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