I was listening to a Stevie Ray Vaughan song recently that contained the lyrics, “I like my coffee in the morning and my tea at night.”
It reminded me: that’s how my folks always did it when we were youngsters.
My dad would have coffee in the morning and I remembered the coffee-flavored goodbye kiss he’d give us as he left for work.
At night, we’d go to bed and my parents would have tea. Sometimes, if they were particularly sneaky, they’d order in a late-night pizza to go with their tea.
We kids would find the tell-tale empty pizza box the next morning and be really mad. They get pizza; we get fish sticks.
We couldn’t wait to get older and be parents so we could have pizza at any time we wanted.