dessert conversation

The girls are sitting on the bench eating their ice cream cones.
I'm eating a bowl full of my current favorite kind, too.
I share a spoonful with Kapria, then a spoonful with Mila.
Then Mila dips her finger in her ice cream and says, "Here, Mom, taste mine."
So I do.
"Do you like it?" she asks.
"Yes, it's delicious."
Then she hands me her sippy cup and says, "Here, have a dink."
I say, "I need to drink from my cup."
She says, "Please, Mom," and pushes the cup toward me.
"I have a runny nose," I say, tapping my nose. "I don't want you to get my germs."
She looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Use your mouf, Mom. Not your nose."

I love her logic!

(And then I realize that I've already spread my germs by licking her finger. There's no point trying to keep the cold germs confined around here. I forget just as soon as I remember. So I take a drink, and she smiles quite happily now that I've accepted her sippy cup benevolence.)