I was sitting on the kitchen floor changing Wesley's diaper on Saturday afternoon when Charlie picked up my half full coffee cup from that morning. "Ooh, Buddy, don't drink that, it's Mama's" I said to him.
He poured some (cold, thankfully) coffee into his juice glass and started walking towards me. "Charlie, coffee is not for boys. Don't drink tha--" and with that he took a big gulp.
His eyes flew open in an expression of horrified concern and he began crying as coffee streamed down his chin and chest. He stood there panicking for several minutes--mouth open, afraid to swallow, whining--until I was able to pull myself together and get him a glass of water. I was still laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes when Ryan came downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.
After he recovered he put my coffee mug back on the table firmly and said to me scornfully "That GROSS, Mama!"