This morning I decided to take The Hobbit to school because he needed to take an AR Test. I knew he was feeling feisty because he threatened me with a banana saying, "It's loaded, and I know how to use it...okay, not really. I don't know how to fire a banana." I gave him my patented Mom-has-not-had-coffee-yet look, and he beat a hasty retreat to the car.
We hadn't even reached the end of the subdivision before he decided to go all philosophical on me asking, "Which do you like better, original Tron or Tron Legacy?" To my credit, I actually tried to think about his question. But I failed. So I gave him the answer for every question at that point of the morning: Coffee.
Immediately, my nine-year-old started singing a song to the tune of Ernie's "Rubber Duckie;"
Mommy's coffee, you're the one. You make Mommy lots of fun. Mommy's coffee, I'm awfully fond of you....boo boop be doo..."
Coffee or no, I had to smile at that. I may even start singing it--once I've finally had that cup of coffee.