The kids and I killed 20 minutes at Starbucks in Andersonville this afternoon while we waited for a new lens to be fitted to Baxter’s glasses. I got a coffee and let them split a piece of coffee cake as a treat. They started to beg for expensive apple juice, chocolate milk, and Odwalla smoothies, and I kindly told them that they could get a cup of water with a lid if they were thirsty.
You’d have thought the world was coming to an end.
“But the water here tastes like the ground! It tastes like poop!” whined Lyle, not two minutes after yelling at Baxter for saying they’d ever been there before.
I suggested that if they didn’t like the Starbucks tap water they could wait and have the rest of their water bottles from the carpool bin when we got back to the car, which was awfully nice of me, don’t you think?
“Well, then, fine! I’m going to starve to death right here!!” Baxter insisted, glaring at me. If he wasn’t acting so obnoxious, this would’ve been funny, given the fact that he’d just scarfed down half of a piece of coffee cake.
This went on and on. And on. And on some more, until if one more person said the word “apple juice” to me, whether I knew them or not, I’d have knocked them senseless. (I mean, seriously. Click on those pictures up there to see how bad it was.) When we took our cranky glum whining selves back to the eyeglass store, an older mom smiled ruefully at me and said, “Ah, motherhood with little kids. I remember those days really well and they were a lot like that.” “Is there anything you miss about these days?” I asked, hopefully. She thought about it way too long and then said, “Well, they were cute when they were little, they had that going for them.”