Friday, October 5th, 2012
When you’re a vegetarian, with a toddler, it’s beyond pointless to “go out to eat.”
Can I pay $12 for pasta with veggies while my antsy toddler battles a meltdown because he’s strapped into a chair in a crowded, public place?
Ah, thanks, but no thanks.
So instead, we go out for coffee. Yes, four dollar coffee.
And no, we’re not impressed that McDonald’s won the blind taste test for its coffee or whatever.
We actually own an espresso maker, but part of the fun in fancy coffee is having someone else make it for you.
By now, it’s pretty much our tradition on Saturday mornings to start out the day right at a new place in Nashville called The Well.
(It’s actually a non-profit joint that buys clean water for people in the world who don’t have access to it.)
As you can see in the picture above, we get our son Jack a serving of whipped cream.
He calls it his “fluffy.”
Of course, we also tend to make an appearance at that other place you may have heard of, Starbucks. In fact, anytime we drive by one, Jack recognizes the green and white logo and says, “I want fluffy!”
Usually, he gets his fluffy. Because that means we get our coffee.
Part of the allure of coffee shops is the laid back, jazz-infused, sophisticated atmosphere. It puts us the parents, as well as, our toddler son at ease.
Getting coffee (and fluffy) helps us to remember it’s the weekend, amongst all the catching up we have to do during those two days.
Jack can get away with exploring the inside of a lazy coffee shop much more easily than he could a busy restaurant.
Plus, he loves it because it’s the only time we ever let him eat anything with sugar in it.
So needless to say, he quietly enjoys his fluffy; no discipline required while we’re there.
He’s pretty Joe Cool about it.
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