On Monday, toward the end of Aaron's nap, I poured myself a cup of decaf and sat down to nurse Evan. I finished my coffee with about an inch to spare in the cup - more often than not, my coffee gets too cold for me to enjoy it all the way to the end. Unless I'm drinking it with a friend and we are only chatting and drinking, but that hasn't happened in awhile.
So then Aaron got up and I went to the office to look up a phone number and before I knew it, here is Aaron standing next to me with my pink tulip coffee mug in his hands and a big grin on his face. Here is the exchange:
Mommy: "Hey buddy, whatcha got there?"
M: "Did you try it?"
M: "And you think it's yummy?"
A: "Yeah. More?"
Thankfully, his non-coffee-drinking father wasn't anything but humored when I related that story. And also thankfully, he can't have gotten more than a little sip. There was still about an inch left in the cup as I retrieved it.