So we bought some artificially flavored “coffee house beverage mix,” the kind of thing you scoop into a cup of hot water. And it’s not so bad, although it’s a little sweet and has no kick whatsoever. Also, it doesn’t look at all like coffee, which is a bonus because that means we don’t have to try and explain to my nieces and nephews why we would so voluntarily drink the Tears of Satan.
One of my sister’s six-year-old twin boys watched intently as Jon drank his first cup this morning. “Are you drinking hot chocolate?” he asked.
“Yes,” lied Jon. “Very delicious non-Mormon hot chocolate.”