I’m not a coffee drinker, but I love coffee drinks – vanilla lattes, mocha frappuchinos, caramel macchiatos. Even the fat-free, sugar-free and decaf versions are little liquid desserts. Nom nom nom.
I frequent a certain pricey coffee establishment (that I call “Five Bucks” and Quinn calls “Saw-bus”) a bit more often around the holidays. Who can say no to a Skinny Peppermint Mocha? Not me.
Quinn’s a very entertaining “Saw-bus” companion. He prefers to have nothing to do with his stroller or sippy cup. He sits in the big chair all by himself and drinks from the green plastic straw. Somehow that tiny cup of cold milk tastes better after Mommy pays three dollars for it… and after he spills half of it all over his pants.
Even though most of that three dollars will get sopped up with a napkin, the delight and pride on Q’s little face makes it worth it.