“but my parents would let me have coffee or tea until I was a teenager.)”
You brought back an old memory for me. It was a big day for me when I got to drink coffee with my dad. Thanks.
Heh, you’re welcome! It also brought back another memory for me-
I remember when I was six or seven, and my Aunt Julie took us all down to the Five & Dime to have breakfast, and she asked me if I wanted to have tea!
Now, that was a big deal (which is why we loved our Aunt Julie) and when the waitress came over (I have this memory she was in her forties, wearing a powder blue uniform with lacy white trim) and asked with gravity if I wanted sugar, milk, cream, or lemon in my tea, I said “cream and lemon”!
She nodded knowingly with a smile and brought my tea to me with the lemon in the tea and cream on the side...
When I added the sugar and then the cream to the tea with the lemon in it, I got the expected result where it curdled and I looked at it in puzzlement while my Aunt Julie looked on indulgently with a tight smile!