Venti Breast Milk, Please...

Remember that anti-drug commercial in the 80's where the dad confronts the son after finding a box of pot in his room? When the dad presses him to explain how he learned about smoking up, the kid melodramatically bursts out with, "You! I learned it from watching you!" And we all learned a valuable lesson in how kids watch and imitate the behavior of their parents. Very heavy stuff.

Well, you would think that Husband and I would have expected this, given that effective ad campaign. But alas, we did not. No, we didn't find Ethan in his crib taking a hit off a bong or smoking a big old doobie. What we've discovered is that after watching us for 7 months make our daily trek to the yuppy coffee Mecca our son is already jonesing for the Starbucks.

Exibit A...



Don't be alarmed; it's empty. But it's red. Red seems to be Mr. E's most favoritest color in the whole wide world these days. If it's red, he wants to touch it. He must taste it. He wants to "love it, and hug it and name it George." And the holiday Starbucks cups? They are red. Therefore, he must have it.

This Starbucks cup holds an auspicious place in the life of litte Mr. Ethan J. C. It is the first "toy" that, when taken away from him, resulted in whining, grasping and tears. Yes, the left over refuse from daddy's tall no-foam latte has been the most loved and prized possession of our son's first 7 months. That, my friend, is $3.50 well-spent.