When I was a little bitty toddler, I’d get up early with grandpa and we’d have coffee together. His was straight black (lived into his 90s and no cancer). Mine was 99% milk. Good memories.
I felt like I was reaching adulthood, when my parents let me have a cup of coffee with them in the morning with breakfast.
Then to listen to their adult parent talk about what had happened and what would probably happen later. I learned to listen to what adults said. Learning one of my life’s most important skills.