At the Drive Thru Window

Saturday is always one of the hardest days to get going. After breakfast it is Run nonstop; begining with baseball practice, print flyers, deliver flyers for new listing, post signs, shopping (the usual suspects: bread, milk, eggs). Finally home for lunch. I am exhausted, the little muses are bursting with energy. The weather is finally nice again they eat quickly and are out onto the deck riding around at break neck speeds. It isn't long before I am pulled into a game of Drive up window.
Segundo approaches first with a sheepish, "Mommy I want chocolate milk, is this a drive thru store?"
Mnemosyne "Of course it is just like the one I like to go to!
Then Segundo changes his request, "A tall Skinny Mocha Please."
Primo, pulls around next, using his best grown up voice, "Uh Hello, do you have Chocolate Milk Uh, no make that a Tall Skinny Mocha.Uh how much is that?"
Mnemosyne "Here you go, that will be $3.75
Primo, " Ok, well what else do you have, are you open late?"
Mnemosyne "Yes, until 8 and we have great desserts!"
Segundo, "I sneaked into your store, hey can I get another tall Skinny Mocha Please."
After a few more circles around the deck they are back again for some of the special desserts ~
Primo,Segundo, "to go, please so we can eat them at the park!"
I find myself smiling at the concept of a neighborhood drive through, kids pulling up on their trikes, bikes or scooters and getting treat from a caring mom.

So this Pregnant Women goes into a Coffee shop......

.....and the over-zealous barista says we make a great decaf!
We have all heard the tales of perfect strangers reacting to pregnancy in the most inappropriate manner, to me none is more annoying than the concern over my caffeine intake. As if when you get pregnant all of your ability to be rational goes out the nearest window. Please dear reader note: I readily admit to being extremely emotional from the day I found myself pregnant, however my understanding of what I read and what the doctor says has not diminished. Reading too much can lead to anxiety, do yourself a favor throw out What To Expect When You Are Expecting! I can only relate one tale of belly touching or parenting by the general public, it wasn't upsetting. On one of my last days in NYC I went to the movie with the girl gang. One of our group is an elderly Japanese-American women, Miné Okubo, who spent her life single (actually married to her Art) she put her frail hands on my belly and told me, " your are very fortunate."

Miné is the Author of Citizen 13660, a pictorial chronicle of her experience as, citizen 13660, in an internment camp at Topaz.