Today I have a lot of crappy things I need to get done while the Cracker is napping. My dad, who is the sweetest guy, sent me a Starbucks gift card I got in the mail yesterday. (I wish he'd give J some lessons.) So on the way home I decided to get a drink on my dad to enjoy while I sit on the couch procrastinating by watching Dr. Phil, even though I *hate* Dr. Phil. The only time I watch him is when I have things that I really don't want to do, and then to make it bearable I yell at the TV for fun.
We pull into the parking lot and head for the drive thru.
S: Welcome to Starbucks. Order when ready.
Me: Yes, I...
(interruped by yelling from the backseat)
C: MY MOMMY NEED A BIG ICE* TEA. I NEED...UMM...A COOKIE AND...UMM...A WABER TOO.
S: I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
(He didn't get the cookie. Instead he got to have zucchini muffins I made when we got home.)