Foffee

Most mornings, RC helps her dada make his coffee. Right now, we have one of those plastic single cup things that holds a filter and sits on top of your mug. He makes himself a thermos to take to work and a big mug on the weekends.

She loves this. She knows the thermos. She knows each of our coffee mugs. She knows that I stir mine (and loves to help). She identifies all hot brown liquid (and sometimes even cold since I rarely get a soda when we're out) as "foffee".

What's really fun is that she makes "foffee" for herself. This involves sticking any object from the kitchen (sometimes it's a plate, sometimes she actually manages to get hold of the one Chrys uses, sometimes it's a bigger cup) on top of any cup looking object (bowl, mug, glass). She stacks them carefully, gets them balanced so she can stop holding on and then proudly announces "foffee" for all to hear. It cracks me up every time and she knows it.