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It is not uncommon for the children of today to be well versed in the joys of cafe’s, coffee and conversation. My daughter, (whose name is not Shirley) is no exception. Between you and I, a trip to our local coffee spot is really a gift I give myself when my head is spinning. It is the one place her incessant childhood babble is silenced for just a moment, whilst with great concentration, she devours a baby cino. Interesting really, when you consider the social norm for adults often dictates that it is the time for chatter to begin. Maybe there is something in the  marshmallows…