Spit take

Lauren and I were settled in on the couch with Maxfield between us. Lauren was sipping a soda and Max was drinking water from a sippy cup. We were watching “the Dancing Show” before it was time to take Max to bed. Every so often Max would plead for a cookie or a treat which we refused. Max did not eat his dinner so he was cut off from anything else for the rest of the night.
Max watched his grandparents enjoy their evening snack of pudding and ice cream and he kept searching Lauren’s eyes to see if she would give in to his requests for something sweet. She and I repeatedly told him no.

At one point Max reached for Lauren’s cup to see what she was drinking and to see if he could have a taste. Lauren told him that he could not have any soda. Max asked for ice from Lauren’s cup. She told him no again.

After a few minutes, while Lauren’s eyes were on the TV, Max reached inside her cup that was resting on her lap. Lauren pulled the cup away.

“No Max. You cannot have any of my soda and don’t reach into my cup.” She said as she lifted the cup to her mouth and took a sip.

Max looked at her and held up his finger and with total innocence said, “No mommy, I was just wiping my boogies in there.”