We roll through the drive-thru lane at Dunkin’ Donuts, and Daytime Dad asks for the usual – an iced coffee, decaf, and with milk only.
At the window, Little One subtly – OK, there was nothing subtle about it – tells the Dunkin lady what he would like.
“Coffee!” he screams. “I want a coffee!”
Great idea! If there’s anything Little One needs, it’s a shot in the arm.
“You want a coffee?” Daytime Dad says.
“YES! YES!” Little One responds. “Coffee is good.”
(Note: Daytime Dad has never given Little One coffee and mom doesn’t drink the stuff. So, he’s either lying or someone pulled a fast one. I’m going with the latter. Paging grandparents … ).
One of Daytime Dad’s favorite sports expressions is “go big or go home.”
“Why stop there?” Daytime Dad says. “How about a double espresso? Or, better yet, a triple? They do those here, right?”
“YEAH!” screams Little One. “I want a ‘press oh.’”
Daytime Dad and Little One leave Dunkin’ Donuts. The coffee was great, and Little One thoroughly enjoyed his … apple juice.
“Maybe next time,” Daytime Dad says, “or, better yet, in 15 years.”