Mom..mom..mom...mom...mom...MOM!
I think I just had my first conversation with my girl while I was on the couch with my prized daily cup of coffee. It went like this:
Her: Mom. Cup.Cupa?
Me: Yeah, it's a cup. That's right.
Her:Cupa? Whadis(unintelligble middle part) cupa?
Me: What is it? It's coffee. It's a drink for Mommies who have little kids.
Her: No? (roughly translated, Can I have some?)
Me: Yeah, here, take a drink.
Me: (Inner dialogue) I shouldn't give a sick kid coffee. I bet she won't like it. It will be too tart for her taste. Maybe I'm a bad mom. Oh well, who cares?
Her: Mom. (She leans in for another drink. We repeat this three more times until I drain the cup in an effort to stop her caffiene consumption)
Me: It's good, huh? Good drinking baby.
Her: Mom. Cup.Cupa?
Me: Yeah, it's a cup. That's right.
Her:Cupa? Whadis(unintelligble middle part) cupa?
Me: What is it? It's coffee. It's a drink for Mommies who have little kids.
Her: No? (roughly translated, Can I have some?)
Me: Yeah, here, take a drink.
Me: (Inner dialogue) I shouldn't give a sick kid coffee. I bet she won't like it. It will be too tart for her taste. Maybe I'm a bad mom. Oh well, who cares?
Her: Mom. (She leans in for another drink. We repeat this three more times until I drain the cup in an effort to stop her caffiene consumption)
Me: It's good, huh? Good drinking baby.
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