Me: Ok, I’m ready to go to the Y…where’s our daughter?
Wife: She’s going upstairs to take a coffee break [nap].
Me: What do you mean? We were going to go swimming after lunch. I told you that. Why did you send her up for her coffee break?
Wife: I didn’t. She told me it was time for a coffee break.
Me: Come again?
Wife: She started heading upstairs while you were getting stuff from the basement. I asked her where she was going and she told me that it was time for coffee break and that she was going upstairs.
Me: You told her that she would do coffee break after the Y? And she just got confused?
Wife: No.
Me: You gave her the choice of going to the Y or taking a coffee break?
Wife: No.
Me: You told her it might be a good idea to take a coffee break instead of going to the Y.
Wife: No. She decided it was coffee break completely on her own. No prompting on my part whatsoever.
Me:….I don’t….I don’t believe you.
Wife: It’s true.
My perception of the world is shattered.
I’m confused as to why your daughter calls a nap a coffee break. As an adult, she’s always gonna be spilling coffee when her head hits the table.
Our daycare provider calls it a coffee break. It apparently cuts down on the resistance from her charges as it’s not a “nap”