Girls and their muffies....

I started a bad habit...I have already introduced my girls to the glorious wonder that is a coffee shop - and I am not talking your run of the mill hole-in-the-wall .95 cents a cup coffee place...

I am talking about your overexposed, wallet bulging places...

My favorites - Starbucks (or Fourbucks as my astute friend Liz calls it) and Panera...

Being a hunting widow for most Saturdays in the fall and the spring I have found I function much better with a cup of coffee in the morning...but alas I lack the coffee making gene so I must go someplace and fork over an hours worth of salary to make me happy and yes it does make me happy and my girls know it...I was in line at Starbucks one day and PWG told the lady behind us "I don't know what is in the cup but it helps my mommy not yell as much" - I didn't know whether to be horrified or proud that she has such a great power of perception.


Anyway since I have PWG and TW tagging along every Saturday morning I sort of have to feed them and buy them some sort of liquid norishment...or else they would stand there and whine totally destroying the nirvana that my hot cup of Chai Tea or flavor of the month latte gives me

At Starbucks it is easy you have your choice of muffin, muffin, muffin and if you are lucky MAYBE a cheese danish...Blueberry muffin seems to be the food of choice when we partake of Starbucks

Now Panera is a whole other story because thier counter is FILLED with all sorts of breakfastesty goodness - one of which happens to be something called a muffie...yes a muffie - it is the Preppy Nicole Richie like cousin of your standard muffin...a small round flat disk of a muffin - a muffin on a diet I suppose - for those Seinfield fans...akin to the famous Muffin top....

Anyway PWG is enamored of the muffie - especially the Chocolate Chip one...(go figure a 5 year old that gets chocolate for breakfast - what's not to like) - so the other day as we are on our way out of town we stop at Panera to get some breakfast.

TW got a blueberry muffin (she is on some weird blueberry muffin kick lately) and PWG got a Chocolate Chip Muffie - I got a bagel with cream cheese because some old couple got the last Spinach and Articoke Baked Egg Souffle (I spent most of the time shooting eye daggers their way...because the S&A is da' bomb) ...now of course halfway through our meal both girls announced they had to go potty (naturally....) so we gathered everything up and went to the potty...and when we were done we all climbed in the car and I told them they could finish up eating while we were driving...

Then the conversation got very interesting...

PWG: I love Muffies - they taste so good

TW: Is your muffie soft?

PWG: Yep - you want a taste of my muffie

TW: Sure (takes a bite) - oh PWG I love your muffie

PWG: I love my muffie too...maybe next time you can get a muffie and I can eat some

TW: OK we will both get muffies so we can eat each others muffies

at the last comment I burst out laughing...so hard that i had tears streaming down my face...

I am a horrible, horrible mother....I kept thinking to myself...hey if they could bottle that conversation and have it in a bar about 15 years from now they would NEVER have to buy themselves another drink...