Nido Moment

After I prepared 6yo Jake's milk for the night, one scoop of milk powder "somehow" found it's way to my mouth.

Hmm... the milky taste brought me back to the time when I was a kid and would feast on my sister's infant formula. I'd finish off scoops of the powder, sans water, like it was polvoron. Those were the days...

I smiled and instinctively reached into the can again for another mouthful.

"Ma-aa!!" yelled Jake and proceeded to open his mouth. He looked at me like a chick to his mother hen anticipating his share of the goody.

I obliged... only because he caught me.