William was holding two sippy cups tonight, doing the double-fisting drinking thing. A guzzle of milk, a swig of water, a chug of milk, a swallow of water. It was like he couldn't make up his mind what he wanted to drink, so he just alternated drinking out of both cups.
He put the sippies down and plopped himself down on the floor next to David, who was sitting by the fireplace. Then he realized, hey, I'm still thirsty, and he poked his daddy and said, "Milk?"
As his daddy handed over the sippy cup of milk, I said, "What's Daddy going to drink, William?"
And as David picked up the sippy cup with water, William smiled and said, "Wah!"
I said, "What's Mommy going to drink, then?"
And my dear son said brightly, "Diet Coke!"
Does my kid know me or what?