Some mothers pray their sons will be priests. Others hope fervently for a doctor and a lawyer. I've always thought it would be handy to have a chiropractor and a dentist in the family. But, when you've had five hours interrupted sleep, driven an hour and a half roundtrip to the airport with a crying baby, kissed your husband goodbye (again), and look forward to a day in which there is no chance of a nap, you are really grateful that your son's a barista! Thanks, a latte, Michael!