The cost of a snuggle

Yesterday morning when MRA woke up and I went into his room, he and I decided some snuggle time was in order, or so I thought. As soon as I climbed in the bed, however, he began pushing me out and demanding muck, muck, muck (milk).

So, I promptly when downstairs and made some milk with Ovaltine which apparently was my ticket to snuggle. When I got back upstairs, MRA was quite pleased to have his cup of muck.

Not really thinking that he would understand, I said, "Gee, I really wish some one would bring mamma her favorite drink in the morning."

To which MRA replied, "Coffeee. Coffee."

I am somewhat relieved that he did not say, "Wine!"

Cheers and happy Friday!