My Friday tradition is latte day. It is my treat for making it through the week.
My son has also come to appreciate latte day. He gets a kids' hot chocolate that is steamed perfectly so that he doesn't have to wait for it to cool down -- because waiting for something to cool when you are 3.5 years old takes nearly infinity.
This also affords us the luxury that he can drink it down and walk into preschool without evidence of being spoiled every Friday.
He told me the other day that if his friends see him, he will tell them it is hot chocolate, but he knows it is really a latte. I could have corrected him that it really isn't a latte - a latte has coffee in it. But then, I decided against spoiling his notion that it was something a little more special than just hot chocolate.
Last Friday, I was tempted by a donut, too.
A donut is pure luxury and something I don't often eat. I quietly ordered my $1.60 donut all the while thinking of how many of these I could probably buy at Spudnuts for $1.60 — that probably all taste far better. (But Spudnuts is a dangerous place for me to go. I don't tend to stop with a single donut.)
Still, I was shocked I was spending $1.60 on a donut!
The donut peeked out of the bag (placed strategically out of line of sight for my son) and stared at me in the car. Very carefully, I started nibbling. Only taking bites when I could see my son staring out the window. I didn't want him to see that *I* got a donut, and he didn't. ($3.20 for two donut just seemed ridiculous.)
Apparently, I got lazy.
I was popping the last chunk into my mouth when I heard from the backseat.
"YOU HAVE CHOCOLATE?!"
"I WANT CHOCOLATE, TOO!"
I reluctantly handed over the last square inch of donut and watched him pop it into his mouth.
"More please," he tells me.
"I don't have anymore," I said.
$1.60 for one donut seemed like a very small price to pay right then.