Consumption Part II: Coffee Shops

I must be honest. I take my kids to coffee shops. More thank I'd like to admit. Once a week, probably more. I am not proud. It seems so indulgent. So frivolous.

Some places have become rituals: the tea shop where we walk after June's gymnastics; the coffee store by the playground on days we bike to school; the coffee shop on Pearl St. on weekends.

Although I sometimes cringe at the feeling of spoiled kids when they pitch a fit over whipped cream or not enough zucchini bread crumbs, the kids' comfort there cracks me up. Here is just one picture to show it.