The other night, Little Guy and I read about the human heart. He read out loud to me and I helped with the big words as long he took a stab at them. About 3 paragraphs in, he said, “What time is it?” I told him the time. Past drink time!
“Shoot,” he said. “I really need a drink.”
“I know what you mean,” I said.
“What, Mama?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said and took a sip of my hot water.