In the kitchen this morning, Avery signed, thrirsty. I asked, “Juice, or milk?”
He pointed to the coffee maker. Thinking he misunderstood me, I repeated his choices. “Juice or milk??”
Again, he pointed to the coffee maker. I looked at him and frowned. “Avery! What do you want to drink?”
He pointed to the coffee maker, then chuckled.
“Cofffee?” I asked. “Coffee? You want a great big mug of coffee?”
By now, I knew he was joking with me. I went to him and hugged him, “Little boys don’t drink coffee! No!” He hugged me back, tightly, and we laughed and laughed together. It was a wonderful way to start the day. (That, and bacon. Carter helped cook up a big batch.)