Coffee with Cream in Bed!
This morning he awoke and darted off to another room at about 6:30 or so. I shouted out to him as I always do, "Can you please turn Mommy's coffee machine on?" I have one of those automated machines, a capsule crunching, black gold producing Nespresso machine. It's quite simple to use. So simple, apparently, that my 4-yr old can handle the morning coffee ritual alone, without supervision, and produce a completely perfect cup of hot java for his mother, while she still lays in slumber, in her bed.
Allow me to help you fully understand this feat. Oliver had to:
- Move his step stool to the counter by the coffee machine.
- Turn on the machine.
- Wait for it to warm up.
- Hit the rinse button.
- Empty the rinse cup. (This step he used to miss often)
- Chose a capsule color that he knows I like.
- Move his step stool to the coffee cup cupboard on the other side of the kitchen.
- Climb up onto the counter in order to reach contents in the cupboard.
- Chose a coffee mug (he chose his Frosty mug).
- Move his step stool BACK to the coffee maker.
- Insert Frosty the Snowman mug under the coffee spigot
- Press the right button to brew the right amount of coffee.
- Move his step stool to the fridge.
- Get the cream out of the top shelf of the fridge, not spilling it.
- Move his step stool to back to the coffee maker.
- Add the cream, the RIGHT amount of cream.
- Use one of the espresso spoons to stir the coffee.
- Take a dish towel and wrap it around the mug so as not to burn his little fingers as he used two hands to carry the coffee.
- Carefully get the coffee off the counter top while climbing down the step stool.
- Walk, very very slowly and purposefully to the bedroom with my coffee.
- Set my coffee down on my bedside table with a smile.
- Good Morning Mommy! Here's your coffee!
I simply could not believe my eyes. I had just said a prayer. One more time, “God, provide me with proof YOU are HERE!” I pleaded. I opened my eyes in time to watch my son, for the first time ever, turn the corner in the hall and carry a hot cup of perfectly brewed and creamed coffee to his mommy.
I have the best life. I rest my case.