a party too

I came downstairs a few mornings ago, where Nicholas was playing by himself,

and the first thing I saw was my little boy with his sippy cup of juice, sitting next to the clean pants I was about to change into,

holding the sippy cup upside down so that it would drip, slowly, onto my pants.

There was quite a puddle, so he must have been doing it for a relatively long time.

"Nicholas!"  I said, "What are you doing?"  In that Mom voice, you know-shock and disapproval with the undertones of confusion, polished with love.

He looked up with his big blue eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said,

"A party?"

Can't you see, Mom, this is a party!

And I'm sure it was a pretty fun party while it lasted.
I have to say, I love those moments when you just can't get mad because you're laughing too hard.