Whiskers and Coffee

The other day, E was doing something especially cute. This has been somewhat rare as of late because he's usually on the floor throwing a fit over something detrimental like if I gave him water instead of milk. Anyway, he was being sweet. I used to tell him all the time, "Don't grow up, K?" to which he'd reply, "OK, Mommy" and crawl into my lap. I cherish these moments, ball them up, and put them in my pocket to pull out and remember when he's having a milk/water moment. Anyway, back to the other day...I asked him, "Don't ever grow up, K?" to which he quickly replied, "Yes, Mommy. I'm gonna grow up so that I can have whiskers and coffee like Daddy." Out of all the "perks" (get it??) of being older, his 3 year old brain thinks only of "whiskers and coffee." It's the simple things, folks.