Nap Time

I walked upstairs to find Little Man laying sweetly in his bed.  He had put his du-rag on and had covered himself up.  With a big smile I sat down to sign to him.  Suddenly I realized there was a big bump under his covers.  It was his favorite book.

He ALMOST got away with it.

Not My Fault

Little Man brought me a cup of milk that had been from breakfast.

Me: Ewww.  That's probably pretty yucky.
Little Man: Da-ee pour it.  Da-ee pour it. Da-ee pour it.  Not me.

Coffee

The kids had been begging to have coffee.  I decided to squelch there little cries I would go ahead and let them have a sip or two....of BLACK coffee that is.  They were full of giggles but I could tell from how little disapeared from the glass that it was yucky.

After they "enjoyed" their coffee I doctored mine up with a pretty fair about of French Vanilla creamer and sugar.  Addilece asked to look in my cup.  When she did she declared:

"MOM!  We didn't want BLACK in our cups.  We wanted WHITE!"