… swish. Gurgle. Splash.
I walked into the room to see that Sam has dragged a chair from the dining room into the kitchen and is standing on it at the sink.
“What are you doing Sam?”
I come closer.
“What are you cooking?”
“I’m cooking you a coffee Mummy!”
“Oh, thanks Sam!”
As I reach him I realise that he has washed up a dirty mug, filled it with ground coffee (and covered the counter in grinds in the process) and is trying to work the espresso machine. The big gallon jug of milk is out of the fridge and is at his side.
He turns to me and hands me the unappetising mug and gives me a hug. “Here you go Mummy, here’s your coffee!” He gives me a big smile. Putting the cup aside I give him a big hug and lift him down from the chair to the floor. Sam’s top is a soggy mess of water, coffee and grime but I hold him tight.
“Thank you Sam.”
He smiles and runs off into the front room, on to his next mission – get the play doh out!
I turn back to the kitchen and quietly start to clean up.