When I walked into the kitchen one morning, I found the boys sitting on the counter. My heart skipped a beat, as I remembered another kitchen counter moment several years ago, when they were much younger.
I was brought back to the present when the boys chimed in unison, “Good morning, Mommy!”
“Good morning,” I return. “What are you guys doing on the counter?”
Rob answered, “They are watching the coffee maker.”
“Mommy!” Charlie says. “Sometimes the water splashes out and gets us wet!”
“Yeah! Just like that!” Joe laughs. “Did you feel that Charlie?”
“Ah.” I said. Then I had a mini-conversation with myself about the fact that we are so
lame easily entertained, because we find the coffee maker to be awesome morning entertainment.
“May I take your pictures, guys?” I ask the boys. Returning to my mini-conversation with myself, I point out (to myself) the fact that watching the coffee maker is probably more normal than wanting to take countless pictures every second of every day.
“Why of course you can, Mommy!” Joe says in his pretend I am such a good and polite kid-voice while simultaneously oozing disrespect.
Aside from the two shots of the boys posing for me, what follows are the pictures I snapped while both Joe and Charlie explain the fun and excitement that is there for the taking, if only one stops to watch the coffee maker.