I walk into the kitchen to get milk for the baby out of the fridge. I decide to brew a pot of coffee as well. (I love Peace Coffee! Shout out to my TC love!) Check email. Come back to kitchen. I grab the bottle and the coffee pot and begin to pour. I manage to screw on the nipple and head for my weepy infant when it occurs to me this milk is way too hot. And brown. And caffeinated. Oops. Seven months is a little young for a high octane cuppa Joe, am I right?
I am pretty sure she would want cream and sweetener at the very least.