Cup of coffee as baby lamb


Dialogue this morning around 8 a.m.  I’ve been up for 40 minutes, Sarah for ten.

Sarah, casting her eyes around the room with mild alarm: “whatever you do, don’t throw out my cup of coffee.”

Me: “I’d sooner tear away the baby lamb from the claws of the fierce tiger.”

Sarah: looks at me blankly.  “What?  Why wouldn’t you save the baby lamb?”  Thinks.  “Oh, because I’m like the ferocious tiger before I’ve had my coffee.”  Shrugs and gets her coffee.

I guess it was a weird metaphor.  You don’t want to get between Sarah and her first cup of coffee, though.

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