This morning's coffee making adventure featured a few new wrinkles.
Fuss wanted to scoop the ground coffee into the filter and stir it, and then wanted to sit on the floor with the hopper and scoop that coffee after he played with the whole beans for a while.
"Dada, scoop the black coffee!" was how he phrased it.
This wasn't to his liking, as ground coffee is messier than whole.
"Dada, hands are all dirty!"
"Well, brush them off."
He rubbed them together for a while, then complained
"It's not working, dada, it's not working!"
I rode to the rescue with a dish towel.
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