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.
