Don and I have a severe addiction to Starbucks that can't be cured. Our son, Donovan, is an addict in training. Don't get the wrong idea, we don't serve him caffeinated beverages, but we do allow him to taste something new if he so chooses. He really really enjoys the Iced Carmel Macchiato (Dad's choice drink). It has gotten to the point where he recognizes the signature green straws. He will beg and beg and beg for a sip until we give him some. We only allow him a sip at most because we don't want a super short hairy son.
Yesterday, at Target we got Starbucks before shopping. While I was loading the cart with a case of water, Donovan drank about half of my coffee (a venti of course). About 45 minutes later the boy could not have been wilder. He was a nut job, goofy as hell, and wired! I was so nervous that he wasn't going to be able to sleep last night because of all the caffeine, but luckily enough, he wore himself down and fell asleep like a little angel.