PJ Jonas

Hewitt (knocking on our bedroom door while Jim and I were discussing our plans for the day): “Can I come in?”
Dad: “Yep”
Hewitt: “I brought you your morning cappuccino. I thought you wouldn’t want to go out in the cold to get it.”
Jim (spluttering): “You did what?”
Hewitt: “It’s freezing outside, I got your cappuccino so you could have it in bed.”
Jim (still spluttering): “I can’t remember the last time I had coffee in bed. Thanks, Bopper (Hewitt’s nickname is Bop).”
Jim (30 minutes later): “I can’t believe Hewitt got my cappuccino.”