I hate the Second Cup.
Their coffee is ALWAYS bitter… and at $2.07 for a large, they are another price increase away from bankruptcy. They never have the good flavours – Butter Pecan, Caramelo, or Cinnamon Hazelnut, out, just the crappy Irish Cream (barf).
So as a result… I’d rather walk the extra 8 blocks (even in the rain) to get a Tim Horton’s or even the 4 blocks to Starbucks for a Cafe Americano.
UrbanMummy, when pregnant, loved to drink the Second Cup’s frozen hot chocolate drink, (now called skinny chocolate chiller) and as a result, I often went there alone, with her or with the Happy Boy to get her one. Sometimes in a moment of desperation, I would decide to have a cuppa bitterness for myself.
Now the Second Cup near us (on Avenue Road) has a really nice kid working there, with long hair and porkchop sideburns who marvelled one day at the Happy Boy’s sign language and more recently his dancing to the live music and talking. A real cutie my boy is.
So would it come to anyone’s surprise that tonight as I took the Happy Boy to Shoppers Drug Mart for more diapers, that upon running into this Second Cup employee (out of context, nonetheless) that my son would point at him and say, “Coffee”.
But there is more.
He then said to him, “Large Double Double”. Not once, but 4 times.
After we both chuckled about it, the Second Cup guy said, “Do you want a double espresso… ha ha ha”, to which my son replied, “Happy Boy no coffee… Daddy coffee”.
I love this kid.
Did I mention he learned to say “coffee” and “hockey” on the same day?!?
That was a great day in his development.