MOmmy! Don’t drink the Daddy!​

Picture this cute chaos: My little guy, around 2 or 3, had this habit of surprising me with unique coffee ingredients – his favorite shark, or any toy that fit into my mug. Hilarious, right? I’d chuckle and remind him that my coffee wasn’t a toy box.

Fast forward to preschool times. Picture this – a typical Wednesday morning, all of us caught up in the breakfast bustle. Here I am, juggling a zillion things as usual, only to realize I forgot my little guy’s assignment: a family picture sorted by gender. Now, our family’s fully hooked on digital life; printed photos are more like ancient relics. So, the hunt for recent, half-decent 2×2 photos began. 

Jackpot! I found four. I set them on the table, scurry off to my craft area for glue, and bam! They’re gone. Vanished. A mystery, right?

So there we are the whole family in detective mode. We check under tables, couches, and even the floor. Exhausted, I declare, ‘I’ll grab new ones; I’m too hungry.’ That’s when my little dynamo pipes up, ‘Mommy, don’t drink the Daddy!’ What? I almost spit out my coffee! Lo and behold, the missing photos were at the bottom of my mug. That cheeky rascal strikes again!

A burst of laughter, a warm hug, and a quick coffee wipe later, we’re back in business. The four pictures get neatly pasted into his assignment, sealing another hilarious family memory. These quirky tales, thanks to my little dynamo, are the stuff of legends at our family gatherings. Here’s to making more unforgettable memories, courtesy of my mischievous little coffee accomplice. 🦈