Um... what?
Colin: Mommy, Baby Hayden so smart. And she so pretty. She almost too young, but she smile at me.
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Oh well, I didn't want to discuss mochacide with a three-year-old anyway...
Colin (looking at the ceiling): Mommy, someone throw coffee beans up there!
Me (seeing brown splatters on the high ceiling): Either that or somebody's mocha exploded.
Colin: No, they want to recycle their beans.
Note: we always discuss about how - amazingly - Peet's Coffee doesn't have recycling receptacles. Perhaps he imagined an adult having some kind of fit...
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