Coffee, anyone?

I just never know what fun Rachel will think of during the short amount of time it takes me to use the bathroom. This morning I came out to find she had pushed one of the kitchen chairs over to the counter...

She apparently wanted a cup of coffee. And she wanted it "to go" like Daddy.

I guess she needed a bit of a boost this morning since she was up late waiting for her Daddy to come home from his meeting. He'd been gone for two nights in a row. She wanted to make sure that he stilled lived here and not at work.

EDITORS NOTE** After looking at this, I realized that it looks like I allow my 17 month old to pour hot coffee. Please note that her daddy and I had already finished the coffee so the pot was empty except for a few dribbles. No need to call social services.