A few weeks ago Arabella and I had haircuts scheduled, so I decided to hire a babysitter for the boys and make it a morning. We did the haircut ritual which she loves by the way, putting into question once again our biological connection. Then, before making the obligatory grocery store run that is required every day I am not working, as a “special treat” we went to Starbucks.
OK, I know I’m probably a miserable mom to taking her to a place that met my need for caffeine far greater than her desire for entertainment, but hey, she is only three and I can still get away with it. She got a juice box and a doughnut and was most happy with the experience, mainly because we “got to go in”. Something about that makes it all worth while. While sitting among the laptop toting, paper reading, hot beverage drinking clientele, she looked around and declared that “this place is more coffee-er than any other store”. She is so right, and for that, I am so thankful.
It was a good morning.