I had a very important errand to run this morning. One that involved a cute little sundress that had to come on vacation with me. As we were leaving, I stopped in Starbucks. One grande iced white mocha non-fat for me, one cinnamon roll for Emmi. She turned her nose up at the offer to make her chocolate milk when they didn't have her beloved Horizon milk. My kids are milk snobs. Sorry, buddy, she don't want your milk. But it was fine. She was happy with her cinnamon roll, 'cause "it yummy!"
We had just pulled onto the freeway when she choked on a bite of cinnamon roll. She chokes often. Damn soft palate issues. Thinking quickly I handed her my full coffee. "Take a sip, Ems," I demanded, while praying she wouldn't throw-up in my car. A little sputtering, followed by gulping. Whew. No throw-up in the car today.
"I all done!" Emmi leaned forward as far as her carseat would allow to hand me back my cup. Blindly I reached behind me to grab it from her. The cup felt odd. Too light. I could see her little grin in the rear view mirror. I held up the drink in front of me.
It. Was. Empty. She drank a whole iced white mocha. In 2.5 seconds. The caffeine seemed to have no effect on her at first. She walked along quietly beside me, pointing out items she liked at Target. I paused to look at some bathing suits. Emmi slowly started walking circles around the rack. Then....with a quickness I have never seen, she started running circles around the rack. Round and round and round. Faster and faster and faster. And with the same quickness the episode of running started, she stopped and fell in line beside me.
Apparently, caffeine has short term effects on Emmi, only to be used for quick bursts of speed.