Cake for Breakfast?

I was at Starbucks this morning standing in line at 7:30 am when I heard a mother and daughter at a table behind me.

“Sit down honey, drink your milk. Do you want some cake?”

I’m thinking ‘Wow, you rock mom! Cake for breakfast?

Little girl voice, “I don’t want cake.”

Who is this child and what’s her problem with cake for breakfast?

I order a venti almond mocha and shuffle to the pick up area where I can watch the exchange between mother and daughter. Mom is probably early 30’s, polished and well dressed considering she’s wearing workout clothes. The little girl is three maybe 4 and just as stylish. She has a juice box of milk and I think points for mom, milk for breakfast is good. Then I notice that its organic milk. Minus points, organic yuck.

“Honey, eat your cake.”

Points for mom, cake for breakfast is cool. Oops, double check, its zucchini cake, no frosting. ‘Minus points for mom for trying to trick her into thinking she’s getting cake for breakfast.’

The little girl grabs a handful of zucchini cake and crumples it onto the floor with a flourish of her small hand.

Yea! Points for the little girl.