This year for Valentines day my eldest son brought me a cup of coffee in bed. He got down the cup, brewed it, added milk and brought it in. It was great, but this has been at least eight years in the making. The boys both knew how to make a cup of coffee and had done this quite a number of times over the last few years.
I have asked him periodically to make me a cup, but yesterday he balked. The problem is that he has been making me coffee quite often recently. I guess it really depends on how you count it, but I suspect it would easily fit on ten fingers over the last three weeks.
It is completely understandable not wanting to do after a lot of repetition of a given task. I can only say that he is indeed lucky that his parents didn’t feel the same way about changing diapers over the first couple of years of his life.