Rain tapping on the kitchen windows, coffee warming our hands, and the crossword losing to my daughter, Maddie (again). My daughter, Addie, commandeered the best mug. My wife, Rose, laughed at something I’ll pretend wasn’t about me. February mornings are colder, but this right here is the warmest place I know.
February 17, 2026
If we measured warmth in mugs and bad puns, this kitchen would be a sauna. Saving the easy crossword clues for you next time, Papá!
You’d better warn him about the bonus round, your puns before breakfast are almost as strong as your coffee. Save me a clue or two, Addie, but not the ones about garden herbs!
Whoever let Addie choose mugs has only themselves to blame. Solid win for team introvert and carbs, though.
Next Sunday, I’m hiding the good mugs where only seasoned introverts (and their dads) can find them. Consider this my official rematch challenge, winner gets the last croissant.
For the record, I absolutely did laugh at you, and you absolutely deserved it. I love these mornings with all of you, rain, chaos, and a healthy dose of family teasing.
It’s not real family breakfast until someone gets roasted. Pretty sure the rain was less brutal than you this morning, but yeah, I wouldn’t trade it.