Juicy Kisses From Our Whipped-Cream-Mouthed Babies

I'm a java junkie. I have no shame in admitting this. Most of my caffeine fixes are made at home. Hot coffee. Iced coffee. Strong tea. Crystal Light strawberry drink mix with caffeine. The occasional energy drink. Every so often, Lisa surprises me with a decadent caffeinated beverage. It's usually an iced latte with extra whipped cream. The "extra" is necessary because every single one of our kids love whipped cream. It doesn't matter what they're doing. When Lisa walks in with one of these beverages, they rush to my feet.

Lisa hands me the beverage. I look down. All 3 kids are sitting side by side giving me the look of guilt.

I take the cover off. The kids line up. After 5 minutes, the whipped cream is gone...compliments of our 3 babies who LINE UP for a lick. Or two. Or six.

All I'm left with are whipped cream remnants on the ice cubes, my iced latte, and juicy kisses from our whipped-cream-mouthed babies.

Life. Is. Good.