She ran to get it, and when she hit the living room, she paused, held it up and sang "Ahhh-AHHHHH!"
Oh, my bloggy friends, what have I done? This is sooooo my move. Down to the holding it up as if a light was shining down from the clouds.
I was dying.
I asked Little O what that was about, and she says,
"It's the Magic of Coffee, Mama."
If she ever stopped talking to take a breath, and did not demand active participation in her conversations these days, I would keep her home instead of sending her to Preschool, today.
Love my O's.