Extra Sandy Latte

Today I drank sand. I heard my shovel my shovel my shovel and ran outside with my fresh latte after removing the lid. Critical mistake. I placed the latte carefully on a bench. Rookie mistake. I ran over to the sand table and rushed to the rescue of Josie's arm as Owen's teeth were inches from making the shovel his.

I tried to make up for my negligence and spent a few minutes filling a bucket with Josie. Owen was wandering around behind us, but neither Josie or I were interested in seeing him at the moment. After Josie seemed satisfied demolishing the sand caste we built, I turned around, grabbed my cup and walked inside. As I sat down at the computer to finish an email, I took a sip of my double tall non-fat extra sandy latte. I don't know if I assumed the black and tan grains on top of the foam were ground espresso beans or I just didn't look. But before I knew what was happening, I was swallowing a handful of sand. And Owen has really big hands.

I guess one could argue if getting sand dumped in your latte is the worst thing that happens to you than you are a lucky lady. But when you are addicted to caffeine like I am and your jonesing for a fix the entire time you are walking around Target and you finally get home and take off the lid to enjoy the aroma for a minute and you run outside because you never get a full minute to enjoy anything and then behind your back your sneaky son dumps sand into the only thing you are looking forward to all day, well it just seems like the worst possible thing in the world. I was pathetically close to crying and I was dangerously close to drop kicking my son across the yard.

Furiously, I stood up from the table and marched outside. Josie was drawing with the chalk and Owen was still at the sand table. He dipped his straw in the sand and then stuck it back in his carpi sun. He took a big sip and looked up at me as if to say, really mom, what's the big deal?