Once, after I spent twenty minutes yammering on and on to the dentist at Texas Children's about what healthy foods I generally buy, Emmi announced loudly that she needed "donuts and coffee." "Coffee" actually being a kids hot chocolate. Although, really, I do let her eat all the donuts she wants, because we are grateful for anything she wants to eat considering the alternative (for those of you who don't know Emmi has a health condition that makes eating unappealing. Most kiddos are tube fed by her age, yet she eats. Albeit donuts and coffee. But whatevs.). At least once a week, Emmi requests coffee. The hot chocolate no longer pacifying her in her quest for coffee, she wants "Iced White Mocha." I catch her sneaking sips of mine, and she has even attempted to order one for herself.
Today, after Starbucks messed up my drink Kenny brought home for me, the girls rode with me to get a new one. And yes, I did go back to get a new one. Shut up. I needed coffee. Even Emmi wouldn't drink it.
Without a word I jiggled the cup at the guy behind the counter. "That looks wrong," he said, knowing my usual drink. At that moment, Emmi chimes in, "She need Iced White Mocha. That one crap."
I am sure her therapist will be oh so proud of the new word I taught her today. Crap. But hey, at least she used it appropriately. It really was crap.