When I was little, I would "sneak" into my grandmother's refrigerator and take a piece of cheese. We called it "sneaky cheese."
Well starting on Saturday, I'm calling my iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts, "sneaky coffee."
Jack and I had been playing on the side lawn when he took off. When he didn't round the bend again quickly, I went looking for him... and this is what I found.
Now that was a big slurp of caffeinated coffee... although he had no problem going to sleep that night right at 7.