If our beverages of choice reveal our inner identity, I am a frumpy, forty year old British woman and my husband is a playful, ten year old American boy. This tickles us to no end. While most people in their twenties sit and chat over a cup of coffee or a beer, my husband and I like to swap thoughts and stories over a cold glass of chocolate milk and a hot mug of tea. When I prepare my husband's beverage of choice, I laugh because I feel like I already have an elementary schooler around. When my husband prepares my beverage of choice, he laughs because he feels like he can act more grown up vicariously through me.
Now raise your drink of choice and let us toast the differences that make marriage fun. *clink, clink*