Want a drink?

Me: Wes, where'd you go?
Wesley: I getting a drink Momma
Me: Wesley???
...Silence...
I look over the counter and this is what I see...
Me: WES!!!
Wesley: I drinking coffee Momma

Nice, huh? What does he need me for? He wanted a drink, got a sippy cup, grabbed creamer off the counter and there you have it, a great big STICKY mess or Momma! The grin on his face in the last picture still makes me smile and made cleaning up the sticky mess worth it! Love him!!!