Can you think of a phrase that would strike more terror into a mother's heart?
Stacia brought Mike and I coffee. It's "good coffee". She had wanted to get good water and we turned her away from the filter. We were in the midst of a "serious" discussion when she showed up with two cups of coffee for us.
I drank. Ugh.
"Stacia, where did you get the water for this yummy coffee?" I said it with a smile and a lilt in my voice.
She looked away from Mike, leaned towards me and whispered, "From the toilet!" ::snort::
Mike hadn't DRANK any. I had.
Y'all I did not react bad. Mike went and washed his face and rinsed.....I was raised on the mission field. ::snort:: I sure wish I'd had the camera...for Stacia's whispered confession and for Mike's priceless face.
Stacia's been having a tough few weeks....life is "out of kilter"...first Dad Earl was ill and we were worried. Then Mike was gone and she was worried. Then we are all moving.....and she doesn't quite get it but obviously knows something is up...and she's been moody...so I didn't react.....and I was glad to hug her and tell her we should wash her cups and get some good water after all. ::snort::