Me: "Happy Birthday Mom!"
Mom: "Thank you my daughter. Where is my coppee?"
Me: "I didn't make you any."
Mom: "Ah!? Today my birsday and you no make me coppee!?"
Me: "No... Why would I make you coffee when you just complain on how I make it for you?"
Mom: "Because-u! It MY birsday!"
Me: "Well its also Baby Jesus's birthday too."
Mom: "Jesus-u no drink coppee! I do! Bad girl!"
A regular cup of coffee is entirely too strong for my Mother, she has to have it cut in half with hot water. So essentially she drinks brown water.
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