Emmi woke up this morning with a fever. And chest congestion. Which is bad news. She is low-tone, making it impossible for her to cough well. Chest congestion quickly becomes pneumonia with her. Bring on the breathing treatments. Again. Luckily, I got her in to the doctor this morning, and sure enough she already has bronchitis.
I called my mom to deliver the verdict from the doctor and talked as I drove to Starbucks. I paused my story long enough to order.
"Welcome to Starbucks. Would you like to try a Signature Hot Chocolate?"
"No Thanks," I said. "I'll take a Grande Iced White Mocha Non-fat and a Kid's Hot Chocolate."
"Okay, so that will be one Iced White Mocha extra hot?"
Um. What? An extra hot iced drink? "No. That was a Grande Iced White Mocha Non-fat and a Kid's Hot Chocolate."
"Oh. Okay. So that is a decaf Iced White Mocha?"
Seriously? "No, a Grande Iced White Mocha Non-fat and a Kid's Hot Chocolate."
"Okay. Gotcha! That will be an Iced White Mocha Non-fat. Your total is $4.28."
My mother, hearing only my end of the exchange asks what my problem was. I recap the conversation, while I pull forward.
At the window, I am greeted by a smiling Barista holding my Iced White Mocha. "$4.28 please."
I smile. I try my best not to laugh. "And my kid's hot chocolate?"
She looks confused. "Oh I didn't hear you say that!"
On the phone my mom starts giggling. And then, I lose it. I am pretty sure, even with my head turned, it was obvious I was laughing.