I like Starbucks as much as the next person, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about the love my 3 year old has for Starbucks and the frustrations he deals with on the daily.
This afternoon after picking up Cash from the gym daycare he asked if we could go to Starbucks. I told him no. We had to stop at FedEx and it was already noon. In mom world that means it’s nap time!
After I tell him no his immediate response was “You’re being so difficult, mom.”
Yup, my words getting shot right back at me. And in the correct context too.
Please, dear God, save me from this sass.