Apparently I was not the most pleasant of children when I was a little boy...based on what my parents tell me, of course. My mother was saying over Easter dinner the other night just how angry she would get at me when I would drink her fresh morning coffee on her as soon as she'd walk away from her mug everyday. I guess I could barely walk at this point in time and the mere thought of a little boy at this age with a hot coffee mug in hand is capable of giving mothers slight heart attacks. Who new? My mother did not suffer from any heart attacks thankfully but now I am questioning if she was actually more concerned for her son's safety or more concerned for her coffee..? Hmmmm. Regardless and in retrospect, I now just call myself an early bloomer for my passion for coffee. Thanks mom.