Enjoying a coffee at a cafe is no longer as relaxing as it once was.
Now why would that be...
The occasion is mostly spent trying to prevent Flynn from leaping onto the table, (or leaping out of his highchair if there is one) and grabbing the coffees/sugar/napkins/condiments, etc.
Flynn likes to sample the coasters in every cafe/bar we visit
It's not all bad though - he tells a blinder of a joke
And he's a helpful little soul.
Hey dad there's something gross stuck on your lip
Hold on, I think I've nearly got it
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