They were in my house growing up and my boy is obsessed with them because they are an artifact from my past – hot chocolate can be served no other way. He tells me every time we make hot chocolate and pour it into a mug “I promise, I will never break one of these mugs because I know they are very special to you.”
The funny thing is…they really aren’t. They’re just one of those things that seems to follow you around in your life whether you like it or not. But I love the connection the boy feels he has to my childhood because of these mugs.
And oh yeah, they’re really beer steins.