2doh was acting particularly irritable and insolent this morning.
She found an unopened bag of pumpkin spice coffee in the pantry, brought it out and said “Mommy! Open!” And she said it, and said it, and said it about sixty one gajillion times. Then, she asked ME about sixty one gajillion “Daddy!! Open!!”
We both kept saying no and that it was coffee. But 2doh kept insisting and screaming and crying and generally being 2doh.
So I got up, took the bag to the kitchen, cut the top off of it, got a spoon, took about a pinch on the end of the spoon and gave it to 2doh.
Her reaction? Priceless.
Picture Tom Hanks after the caviar incident in the movie “Big.” And the more she tried to drink juice to wash it away, the worse it got.
I finally took a paper towell and scraped most of it off her tongue, smiled and went back to the den and sat down, and felt just one thing:
Completely satisfied.
What say you?