I talk a great deal about setting boundaries and expressing preferences, and sometimes have struggled to differentiate this between being controlling and giving orders.
I was less than perfect about this this morning, and realized while the incident was trivial, the example was beautifully illustrative. As my sobriquet might suggest, I am fond of coffee. First thing I do every morning is downstairs and grab a cup of this sublime elixir.
The Prince tends to be the one to set up the coffee pot the night before. We have a coffee maker with a timer, so most days the timer is set to go off when people expect to be getting up the next day. Waking to coffee is a wonderful thing.
This morning, being a Saturday, we got up later, and yes coffee happened. The Prince was already improving his mind, so being a Dutiful Wife, I brought him a cup when I got my own.
I settled down to Important Business and enjoy my coffee when I took a sip and—
“Ewww. Honey is this flavored coffee?” says I in horrified tones.
Not catching my abject horror at the sacrilege to the purity of the libation, he said proudly, “Yeah, I put just a pinch of the blueberry coffee in with the regular stuff.”
“Flavored coffee is why we have cup-top brewers,” I sighed.
So, mah poly children, can you catch Mama Java’s boundary-setting and preference-establishing mistake? ‘Cause I made one.
 Actually, he was noodling on Reddit and reading Cracked pseudo-scientific articles, but let’s not be small-minded.
 Well, figuring out how to explain on a PolyFamilies thread why squirrels were really nasty, destructive tree-rats.
 Espresso roast brewed drip style.
 Though trivial and I caught myself.