A man after my own heart

Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE my coffee...have to have it every morning (2 or 3 cups). I have since high school when my mom used to bring me up a cup of black coffee while I was getting dressed every morning. Till one day when I literally overdoses on caffiene (seriously) and got the shakes and everything (waaaay worse than a hangover). Ever since then, I haven't been able to drink my coffee black, but...I digress. Anyways, Owen is the type of child who wants to do everything that the grown-ups and big kids are doing, so it's no surprise that he's kind of fascinated by my morning ritual. I've let him have a sip or two here or there and he loves it (even though Chris gets mad at me!). Well, I still wasn't prepared for what I saw when I walked in the living room this afternoon. I had to answer the phone (which was in my bedroom) and when I came out, this is what I saw:

Bu-sted!
LOL!

Totally thinks it's no big deal ...... Woman, WHY have you been keeping this from me for so long???

And he's very proud of himself for drinking out of a "mommy" cup

When I tried to take it away from him, he yelled "noooooo" and ran to his chair! I think we have a little addict on our hands!

I think he was suspicious that Bama was going to try to get the good stuff away from him too :)

Checking to make sure it's still there after I chased him out of the living room:

Just so everyone knows I did NOT make this up and there really was coffee still in the cup (and yes, that really is coffee. And yes, I drink it a lighter shade of pale)

PS - sorry for the crappy pictures. In my mad rush to capture the moment, I didn't have time to mess with the controls on my camera, so I quickly switched over to the dreaded green box - and then saved them at a rather low resolution to quickly upload them to blogger!!

Oh, and just in case any one was wondering...yes that is a bowl of beans I was having for lunch :D