is a mother's friend. I know, the rays can zap the dingo out of you, but still for someone like me that needs her coffee hot, but often has to deal with children in the middle of a cup, it's a life saver.
Monday morning I was sitting enjoying a cappucino with a decadent croissant, when I hear a thunk and a holler from the living room. Somehow, Ali's breakfast bowl, sans cereal but not milk, has flown off the table and across the room. Milk is puddled at his feet on the chair, and spotted across the newly washed floor. Ali is standing as far from the milk as he can on the edge of the chair, and complaining about his wet pants. I clean him up and the floor up, and return to my cold cappucino, not nearly as annoyed as I would be if I hadn't my magical heating machine. And at least I was half- caffeninated. The number of times I've had to change poopy diapers and wipe dirty bottoms before even one eye opening sip of coffee is too many.