After an early-morning-post-kindergarten-drop-off stop at the grocery store, my little hero and I decided to walk across the parking lot to get a little treat: a chai latte for me and an oatmeal rhubarb muffin for him. In the coffee shop, we unintentionally cut in front of someone who was kind of in line, but still undecided. So I paid, and we were waiting for the latte when I suddenly realised that I didn't have the muffin in my hands. I know I had seen the cashier put it in a paper bag and on the counter. I know I had considered letting Nick hold it while we waited.
"Nick, where's your muffin?" I looked at him, around him, and behind the chair he was sitting on, but it wasn't there. I looked on the counter, on the floor, in my hands again, and couldn't find it anywhere! So after I got my chai, I asked the cashier if I had forgotten it on the counter. She just got me another one, for which I thanked her profusely before the little guy and I headed out back across the parking lot. I let him dawdle, holding my hand, and we eventually made our way back to the van.
At which point I discovered the first muffin in my purse.
Apparently I should not attempt to purchase anything too early in the morning! Ok, so it wasn't that early. 8:45 or so. I considered just driving home and paying for it the next time I happened to be there. Knowing my forgetful tendencies, and that knowledge had just been thoroughly reinforced, I was sure I wouldn't remember. So I buckled my son into his seat (keeping firm hold of my keys as I shut the door!), then drove back over to the cafe.
I'm surprised that I wasn't blushing or feeling embarrassed as I paid for my stolen muffin! I guess I've just had so many similar moments that I've gotten used to my own flakiness.
(By the way, Good Earth Cafe makes the best chai latte this side of Kicking Horse.)