On Saturday, we stopped at Tim Horton’s for an iced coffee & some TimBits. Asher saw that PChad & I had drinks, & I suppose he thought the iced coffee looked quite good, so he said, “Mummy, I like that drink with the straw!”
I told him, “It’s coffee & you aren’t allowed to have it because you’re too young.”
Asher decided to inform us, “When I’m one hundred and a half, I’ll be old enough, & then I will be able to have iced coffee.”
And then yesterday I over heard him pray, “Dear God, I wish I was one hundred, so I could drink iced coffee.”
Maybe we won’t make him wait quite that long.