It suddenly dawned on me, walking along the highway outside Tzur Hadassah for the 3907584376th time…
…our highway signs advertise coffee as the pit stop attraction. Maybe they did in the US too, but the icons here look like a hafuch (cappuccino).
I dunno why, I just love it.
Didn’t think he’d even get this joke, nevermind find it funny.
But there we were. Me, pouring coffee for the huz and I, and what we call coffee, but is actually chocolate milk, for Koala.
“Look, Koala – (I point to each cup) – for Abba, for Mama, for Koala… (I point to my boob) for Bebe.”
This was hilarious, and lead to a sequence of discussing that while the rest of us are eating pasta/drinking water/eating an apple – Bebe never does those things and it’s terribly silly to even suggest it.
By the way, what’s not funny to a two-year-old is daring to suggest that where he is drinking his ‘coffee’ is ridiculous.