Yesterday morning I started brewing my coffee and placed my mug, spoon, and coffee milk next to the machine. W pattered behind me singing to plastic spice bottles. We have our morning coffee ritual and it was in the beginning stage.
Then W decided to alter the morning. He put the spices down and in his most adorable voice told me he needed more milk. Then he indicated that he had left his sippy cup in the living room. Since I know that one of W’s favorite things to do is watch the coffee brew I left him in the kitchen and fetched the sippy from under a pillow on the sofa.
When I walked back into the kitchen W was SO excited. He picked up my mug (which is a no no) and I noticed that it was full, and I do mean FULL, of coffee milk. He presented my mug to me and declared, “COFFEE!!!!!!” Oh he was so proud of himself. I was quietly impressed that he didn’t spill a drop of coffee milk in the pouring of it into the mug.
I mimed drinking the “coffee” but this was not enough for him. It was not enough for me to say mmmmmm! Oh but I couldn’t chug it. I couldn’t waste the coffee milk- especially when there was a pot of perfectly good coffee just waiting to join it. The moment was over and I had now crossed the threshold into being rude and offensive. So as I apologized and poured the milk back into the container W flopped onto the floor and wailed.
And I felt horrible, but oh so loved.
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Well, if a little bit of coffee milk is good, lots more must be better, right?
Elizabeth now tells me “no, Mama, eat it reals!” when I pretend to eat her lovely creations.
You have scarred your child for life.
Ha! Just kidding! He’ll get over it. It just goes to show you how fast little kids can move. You leave the room for five seconds and you come back to find he poured milk into your mug. Be glad it wasn’t hot coffee. Times like that are good teaching moments. You can reinforce the fact they ONLY grownups touch the coffee mugs and W doesn’t pour anything unless you”re right there with him. You can also point out that just as he has violent dislikes to certain foods you cannot stand drinking a mug full of coffee milk. Nothing personal, you can tell him; it’s just yukky.
it’s the flopping and wailing that gets me. It happens SO often – for the littlest affront, like, oh, I cut his pizza slice IN HALF! HOW DARE I!
so um, also – is coffee milk different from regular milk?
That is some seriously impressive coordination and motor skills for a guy his age. Way to go W. And, aren’t they just hysterical when they get righteously offended over the silliest things?
Oh, so cute. And so real since you included the flop on the floor and wailing. Probably one of my favorite posts I’ve read this week. (I’m behind on reading. That’s what Sunday mornings are for now. lol)
Oh so adorable. E ALREADY expects me to REALLY eat and drink things. It’s insane but adorable. He loves feeding me his food and getting me to drink his sippy. Some things I work very hard to get away with pretending to eat or drink b/c eeewww. He’s so hurt if I don’t.
And can I say that child’s face is YOURS?? Oh my goodness.
Um echoing Barb, that profile shot is YOU!
and i can’t wait to see the aftershot of the nursery…
I too am trying to create a nursery with very small dimensions…
Oh, man! You mean the fake eating isn’t going to keep working?
LOL…what a thoughtful little guy. I do the same things, I say I’m sorry and pour the milk back in. *HORRIBLE MOMMY*
he is sooooo cute!