Thursday, August 7, 2008

This is allllll his moms fault.

This all started one fateful night in the back seat of our Honda Civic. Mommy had just gotten herself a tasty frappuccino from Starbucks and was just starting to enjoy the sweet, icy cold, goodness when our ever inquisitive son noticed that Mom had a "Drink with a Straw".

As good parents we taught our son early on how to drink out of a straw, and like every important thing you ever teach your children you usually live to regret it. From that moment on any "Drink with a Straw" instantly becomes Ryan's focus point. He must have it!

Now we don't give in and let him drink soda and coffee and whisky and stuff. We normally just tell him no and give him his own drink. But this time mommy thought it would be funny to let him take a sip. After all he's going to hate it. It's coffee for crying out loud!

Boy were we wrong. Turns out the Kingsbury coffee addiction is coded directly into the DNA at birth. He loved it. Cries of "Mo" "Mo" and his little hands coming together in the sign for "More" sounded in the back seat of the car as I drove us home. "Oh boy" I thought, "We've created a monster".

And here he is, several months later and lapping up the last delicious drops of mommie's mocha. Oh well what can you do, it's in his blood.

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