Give Me Your Ice
Demetrius: Daddy, what do you have?
Daddy: Iced coffee.
Demetrius: I like iced coffee!
He proceeds to drink about half of it.
I stare at him. Demetrius drinks four things: water, milk, orange juice and lemonade. He sometimes chomps ice. That’s it. He walked over and drank this like it was his all time favorite. He makes a bit of the kid ‘that’s really bitter’ face, and then reads a Thomas The Tank Engine book while I talk to the therapist.
We get in the car and start to drive home.
Demetrius: Daddy, can you finish your iced coffee?
Daddy: Yes, why, do you want some more?
Demetrius: No, I just want to eat your ice. I drank it so you would give me your ice. Hurry up, give me your ice.
Smart, smart boy….