I pulled into the local Starbucks drive-thru today to get my usual peppermint mocha fix without thinking much of it. As I was paying, the trip Starbucks turned ugly. Quinn decided today was the day to out me as a Starbucks whore. He rolled down his window and from the back seat I hear my 6 year old shout to the lady handing me my lovely cup of coffee, " My mom comes here everyday! She is wasting all her money on coffee!". Horrified, I was clawing at the door panel to get the window rolled up before anymore damage could be done. I smiled a sweet, "I have no idea what he is talking about" smile and promptly drove away. All the while Quinn is telling me how I should have a little more self-control and not have coffee at Starbucks EVERYDAY.
I really should keep that window lock on.
2 comments:
Oh dear. I am laughing, though! LOL! And who am *I* to talk?!?!?!? That is hilarious. I'm thinking it is a good thing that they don't know your name...
i can't decide what was funnier- that you called yourself a starbucks whore or that your kindergartner is publicly lecturing you on the importance of responsible spending.
p.s. nothing makes me happier in the middle of a crazy day than to sip on a venti non-fat iced chai.
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