At the caf

Each morning, Gus takes a stroller ride down to the cafe (so as to ensure a nap). Since Charles usually takes him, my son knows more people in Mosier now than I do. Like when I walked in with him today and an old guy with a beard said, ‘Hi Gus.’

But he especially looks forward to seeing his favourite barista, Athena.
May have something to do with the way she fawns over him. I have a feeling he’s going to like coffee when he grows up.

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