mmm...coffee

It's rewarding when your kids keep you in check every once in a while. We were in Starbucks today to quickly pick up a pound of much needed coffee when Maddie looked at me and said, "It's fair trade, right Mom?" to which I responded, "No, but it is bold and aromatic....." I then explained to her that yes, normally we buy fair trade coffee, but I couldn't find any today and you know how mommy gets when she doesn't have her coffee. You yourself have walked with me in those dismal hours, please don't question my values now!!! It would make for a much better story if we briskly left Starbucks, noses held high and drove across town to hunt for other fair trade coffee, and in so doing, inspired millions to take a stand against slave labour and unfair wages, but.... I paid my $15 and went home to drink a nice hot cup of.......
*Free tip for when you feel like a cozy piece of heaven in a mug (or disposable paper cup, but not my point): double tall, half sweet white chocolate whipped mocha. John won't order it for me because it's too "embarrassing"- but, believe me, totally worth every I'm a pretentious yuppie thought that runs through your mind.
Oh yeah- my point, and I did have one, was how cool it is to see your values reflected in your kids. We parents try, but inconsistancies pop up every once in a blue moon (or every time you can see the moon, but whose counting?). The things that are important to us will have a huge impact on what's important to them, both positively and negatively.
In conclusion, let's meditate on blah, blah, blah and don't forget we need some strong men to put away the tables after potluck.... sorry I just realized I was basically giving a sermon. Won't happen again. Today, anyway.
Ang