I fell back on the coffee wagon. I was doing so good but I truly believe I have an addiction. There are some days that I just can not function without it.
Today I realized just how bad it’s getting. As E and I were pulling into the Starbucks drive through, he yelled “Coffee!!!”
::sigh:: My child now knows that that big green sign and building is the coffee place.
But it gets better. We then continue to have a full on coversation about coffee as we wait for the barista to hand over the coffee.
E: “Momma, iz a big one?”
Me: “Is what a big one?”
E: “Coffee. Iz a big one?”
Me: “Not today, it’s a medium one.”
E: “A little one?”
::barista hands over coffee::
E: “Mine, mine, mine.”
Me: “No, it’s mommy’s. You can’t have coffee.””
E: “I have coffee.”
Me: “No, Ethan, it’s yucky.”
E: “Is lucky?”
Me: “Yes, baby, it’s yucky. Coffee is for mommys.”
E: “Mommy coffee? Is yucky.”
Me: “Yes, baby, mommy’s coffee is lucky.”
God, I love this kid.