They don’t have coasters

I let them sleep in on Sunday. It had been a long Saturday.  I got ready for church early and was going to enjoy the paper and coffee before heading to 9 a.m. Mass.


Our son stumbled into the kitchen and noticed I was already dressed and ready to go.  He told me to have fun at church and that he preferred to stay home with daddy and watch Tom and Jerry.    I assured him it was too early and that I waiting for my coffee.

His observation was this,
“That’s a really bad idea. You can’t take coffee there.
They have wooden seats and no coasters.”

I love that neat quality about him.  He’s my “do the right thing if SHE isn’t doing it” suck up.  I’ll take what I can get.

His sister and I headed off giggling out the door.

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