Sharing with Papa

Last week I fell asleep on the couch, and in the morning, after William woke up, he came over to the couch, greeted me excitedly ("Baba!"), and saw that I had left a cup on the table from the night before. He carefully picked up the big blue plastic tumbler, still half full, with both hands, lifted it to his mouth, and either tried to drink something or pretended to take a sip of whatever was inside, not sure if he wanted to tip it all the way back.

Then, because he's such a nice person and he likes to share, he gently put the edge of the cup to my mouth--I was still lying on the couch, half asleep--and lifted it to make sure I got some water. Splash! The cup emptied onto my face and dripped down my cheek onto the cushion, then onto the floor.

I just lay there, my face dripping with last night's water, for a couple minutes. William didn't laugh (he didn't think he'd done anything funny) and he didn't run away (he didn't think he'd done anything wrong) he just went along his business and kept playing with other things in the living room as I lay there, still stunned by the face full of water.