Saturday, June 5, 2010
Starbucks addictions start young—like, 7 years old
We had the nicest evening tonight with the kids, the kind I couldn't have planned. We went to get ice-cream at Stone Cold Creamery. Max usually wants chocolate, but tonight he demanded a blueberry smoothie (such a lovely purple color) with a scoop of chocolate ice-cream. Then we sat down outside. While we were there, a violinist and guitarist set up right near our table and started playing. It was so relaxing to sit there and listen to live music, something I haven't done in a long time. Max stood there and stared, mesmerized.
As we walked back to the car, he ran up to Starbucks and insisted on going inside. Then he walked right up to the counter.
"Ah-hee!" he said to the barista.
It took a second but then, duh, Dave and I realized what he was saying. We were in Starbucks, after all, and Max wanted coffee. Dave has a Starbucks habit, and it seems to have rubbed off on Max.
I looked at her, winked and said, "Yes! He'll have coffee!"
She knew just what to do: She filled up a coffee cup with water, put a lid on it, then slipped on one of those cardboard sleeves to make it all authentic.
Max drank his "coffee" all the way home.