Cup of Water
The other day, Wesley asked me to refill his cup of water. I got up and walked to the sink, turned on the tap, put a little bit of water in his cup and handed it off to him.
He took a drink and made a sort of scrunchy face. He held it out and said, “I want colder water.”
I took the cup back from him, laughing but sort of indignant, like sheesh kid, sorry the water is not chilled to your optimum preferred temperature, and then I tested the water with my finger before pouring it out.
Unbeknownst to me, Daniel had recently used the sink for hot water, so when I turned on the cold water and filled Wesley’s cup, I had actually filled it with the hot water still in the pipes.
NO WONDER he did not want to drink it. Ha! I was laughing so much that it was hard to explain to Daniel what happened.
Wesley and I both thought the whole thing was really funny so every time he’d request more water that day, I’d ask him if he wanted it hot or cold and he’d laugh and say “cold.”
Two-and-a-half is a fun age. Trying sometimes, for sure, but definitely fun.
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