Hot Coffee

Last night we were sitting at the table eating our dinner of macaroni & cheese, uncooked green beans (Ty wanted them uncooked - I cooked Mary's), fresh fruit, and yogurt. Ty was drinking diluted juice out of a solo cup with a straw.

Ty: "Mama, this is my coffee. It's hot. Want some?"
Me: "Sure"
Ty: "You can use my straw."
Me: "Oh Thank you"

As I'm taking a tiny sip...

Ty: "Mama, don't drink it whole all up."
Me: "I won't"
Ty: "You drink it whole all up I get mad at you...K?"
Me: "Okay. Thanks for the warning."
Ty: "You're welcome"

This is the first time he has pretended to be drinking coffee. I think he picked it up from Grandma last week - or maybe Dada. Still, I love his little imagination.