It's chilly and rainy here today, and to make matters worse, I am miserably sick. So I made a pot of tea.
There is just nothing like a pot of tea to make me feel better.
Too bad I couldn't taste it. I could have saved myself the cost of the actual tea and made hot water since that's about all I got out of it.
Anyway, that's not the point of my meandering. Jonah loves tea almost as much as his Mommy, so he had some, too.
Sometimes I wonder if he lies in bed at night thinking up ridiculous and nonsensical questions to ask me. He asks a lot of them.
So I gave him his cup of tea and he said, "Mom? What does tea turn into?"
I didn't miss a beat. "Pee."
I savored the grin that spread across his face. "Tea turns into pee? Tea turns into pee!"
Imagine, if you will, the delight that that sort of joke brings to a four-year old boy.