Every morning, Deia gets in her little car in her footy pajamas and off we go to Kings Rd Cafe for my daily crack, I mean caffein. She asks me to stop when we pass a dog or a person she wants to say hi to. She bops back and forth for when she is ready for me to move again. And she sits patiently, smoothie in hand, while I wait for my drink. Then we head back home to eat breakfast, play and soon enough it's nap time again.
Kings Rd Cafe
Every morning, Deia gets in her little car in her footy pajamas and off we go to Kings Rd Cafe for my daily crack, I mean caffein. She asks me to stop when we pass a dog or a person she wants to say hi to. She bops back and forth for when she is ready for me to move again. And she sits patiently, smoothie in hand, while I wait for my drink. Then we head back home to eat breakfast, play and soon enough it's nap time again.
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