Me. You. Coffee.

“You can’t see them anymore because over the years they’ve mostly eroded away – like that one with the nose. There were lots more of them when I was a kid.”

“David!” The way she said his name was as short and sharp as the elbow that followed.

David ignored her. The kids, it seemed, were lapping it up; their wide eyes demanding more of dad’s facts.

“I know what you’re going to say,” He continued, “we thought the Pyramids were yellow?  Well kids, let me tell you about global warming.”

For the fifth time that morning, she rolled her eyes.

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