Katsuke

Just a quick story here.

I had made Punky’s breakfast, mostly of her own choosing, consisting of peanut butter toast and yogurt. She loves it, and I can eat the same thing and we’re both happy. I decided to have a mug of cocoa with mine today just for a little sugary celebration of “I’m at home today,” and she just watched me as I made it.

So when I sat down next to her with cocoa in hand she scoots over closer, as far as her chair allows, and holds out her toast. “Teece?” she said, which from all I can gather means “please” and mimes dipping the toast up and down. I laughed and let her dip her toast in my cocoa.

She has never had cocoa before, let alone cocoa and toast, and as she bit into it her face lit up. She dropped the toast onto her plate so she could clap, got a big smile, and started giggling in happiness.

Yeah, that’s my girl.