Once Broken Leg Boy was mobile enough, I began taking him with me to meet Biker Witch at Starbucks.
BLB has developed a taste for Starbucks that has left a serious dent in my wallet.
Then a couple weeks ago, when we went to BLB’s house to pick up Bailey, BLB vanished into his bedroom. I was chatting with my other son and didn’t pay attention. A bit later, BLB came out and handed me a STACK of Starbucks gift cards. “Hey Mom, now we can get Starbucks and use these.”
He had $60.00 bucks worth of gift cards. And he wanted to buy my coffee. I was touched.
Even better? There’s a Starbucks right around the corner from Physical Therapy and we stop there on the way home. Both of us enjoy that.
Last week, BLB ended up with a hot coffee when he wanted a Frappuccino (no idea how to spell that). All the way home, he was channeling his Inner Coffee Snob and blaming Starbucks. He’s kidding around to get a laugh from me, telling me how he can’t be responsible for his own mistake, it must be Starbucks’s fault. And then he’s laying out his plan to finish college and open his own coffee shop that will draw away all the customers from Starbucks to his shop.
Then he says, “All the coffee in my shop will be served iced.” When I didn’t respond fast enough (Hello? Driving here!), he demanded that I ask him why.
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Why?”
“Because revenge is best served cold.”
Sadly, I cracked up. I also noticed that he drank all the hot coffee that he ordered. Oh and next time we went to Starbucks, he ordered the right drink.
We still have one and a half gift cards left, then I guess I have to start paying again. But the kid is worth it. Especially since he’s not a REAL coffee snob but just plays one for my entertainment.
And this is my long winded way of NOT talking about the dragon proposal. I’d rather talk about anything else.