Something very special has happened. Our children have enjoyed their first Babychino…
An outing with either of our parents, i.e. the grandparents, wouldn’t be complete without a coffee stop. Regular coffee stops. I sometimes wonder whether we will be the same once we’re older. Is there an age where stopping hourly for coffee becomes the normality? Mr Firstooth and I have long conversations about this. About how we enjoy the regular pitstops when out with family, but never choose to do so when we’re out. It’s probably because the idea of stopping in a coffee shop with toddlers is mental. They both want to food from other peoples’ tables, drink everything – but not what is actually theirs, lick stuff and charge from one end to the other, leaving destruction in their path.
But when there’s two extra pairs of hands, why wouldn’t we share the joy that is taking two toddlers into a busy coffee shop.
Grandad Firstooth asked if the kids wanted anything. At first I said ‘no’, until I remembered Babychino.
”Babychino for them both please”
He looked at me the same way I looked at my friend when she told me about such a thing, ”A baby-what?”. It was like I had made the word up and was asking him to order it for a joke.
I had to break the confused silence, I was excited for my babes to try their first ever Babychino.
The drinks arrived and our eldest toddler, Mr M was all ”WOW AMAZING” at the sight of a drink the same as his adult companions. He took each sip with a beaming smile, to us it’s only warmed milk, to him it’s the best invention since ‘Peter butter on toast’ (peanut butter on toast). It also came with a flake. Amazing.
It made what would have been a fairly standard coffee stop, an event. It was a big deal, a special moment. We can tick off the Babychino milestone in his baby-book, with pictures to accompany the memory. The grandparents are now on the lookout for espresso cups to make their own Babychinos when the babies visit.
Mr Ms’ reaction contrasted his sisters. She was angry that she wasn’t allowed to hold it herself, it’s as if she forgets herself, she thinks when the drink is in her hands it won’t end up on the floor. She’s a fool. She didn’t understand this drink she had sitting in front of her. She couldn’t touch it, hold it, she could only sip from it. So, what was the point? It was milk, but not in a bottle and what was this brown crap sprinkled on top?
It took minutes before Miss M was bored with her frothy milk, she’d already crumbled her flake to dust, all she fancied now was my delicious strawberries and cream cooler. That was her drink now, I was left with a miniature cup of luke-warm milk to finish. Yummy.
Has your little dot enjoyed their first Babychino?
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