Cream ON My Coffee.

He is SO funny!  He has his own, silly way of asking me to make him some coffee, and he thinks it’s cute (OK, I admit, I easily fall prey to his unique charm). “Cup a joe?”  he will ask, a slight smile on his lips and a very childlike spark in his big, brown eyes. As a matter of fact, I’ve only heard the word “coffee” come out of him a few times…usually he just throws the word “joe” around as if he were the one who invented it.  

His new kick is whip cream in his coffee. Makes it more fancy, more “gourmet” I guess…and around here whip cream is hard to come by. I thought it would be fun once to spray it right into the wide open mouths of my children. Now, whenever we have it, they can’t wait to tilt their heads back, open their mouths, and waste up all of the whip cream (behind my back of course).

Back to my story…”Cup a joe?” my husband asked me today. “Sure Baby.” I responded, with the smile of a woman who thinks her husband is an adorable dork (don’t get it twisted, he’s not always a dork, although I must say that he’s usually adorable). So, I made the coffee, one big scoop of sugar, hazelnut creamer, stirred well, and added the glorious whip cream. Well, he must have thought it took me an eternity cuz he was knocked out on the couch by the time I delivered it.

Surely the wonderful aroma would wake him, I thought as I waved it under his nose…nope. “Joe’s here” I whispered…nothing. He never sleeps this hard, and he makes fun of me for doing it (says I snore and everything…bullcrap). OK, this could be a great opportunity to have some fun…as I dabbed some whip cream on the end of his nose…still not an open eye. Wow! I put a little more on his nose…nada. I’m really trying to contain my giggling now as I drop some of the white stuff on his forehead…still asleep! I can’t believe this is happening, as I peep out his cell phone in his sleeping hand. Somehow, I managed to not wake him as I took his phone, snapped this pic (above), set it as his wallpaper, and lay the phone gently back into his hand…I am really struggling to cap my laughter now.

I finally just shook him gently, spoke a little louder, and told him his coffee was ready. I smiled lovingly at him as I handed it to him…and then hid around the corner as he began to drink it without realizing he had white spots on his nose and forehead. I finally erupted into laughter when he opened his phone, saw his own photo on the cover, and wiped the whip cream off his bewildered face…