My lovely little Super Boy never ceases to amaze me. Just the other day, when we were gearing up to head out of town to visit my dad and stepmom, I said to Super Boy that I wanted to stop by Starbucks on our way out of town to grab a coffee for the road. Since he usually likes to grab an organic chocolate milk for himself at Starbucks, I asked if he wanted anything.
As his little five-year-old self hopped out of my minivan while holding my hand in his chunky little starfish of a hand, he looked up at me with a very serious look of contemplation and said, "Hmm... No - I don't really feel like having a milk box today."
"Oh, okay," I replied, a little surprised.
"Actually," he said (this is his new favorite word, by the way), "I think I'll just have a small [mumble-mumble]."
I hadn't heard what he said he wanted a small of, so I cocked my head to the side and said, "What, buddy? I didn't quite catch that."
He looked at me with supreme patience, as though I were the five-year-old, and said emphatically, "I SAID I'll just have a small coffee, Mom!"
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. He looked - and sounded - SO much like his father in that moment that it was just too funny!
Needless to say, I did NOT allow my son to order up a small coffee for himself (he settled for the chocolate milk box after all). And my husband - the epitome of the term "JAVA JUNKIE" - got a HUGE kick out of our little boy and his quest for coffee.
They grow up so fast, don't they?