Mocha Buddies
While Cici and I waited for Ping at the airport when she returned from China in August, I introduced Cici to a frappuccino mocha at Starbucks. I ordered a venti so we could share it, and I had no idea what I was starting. Since then, Cici periodically asks me to get a mocha for us to share. She asked me if we could stop to get one on Friday as we were leaving to have dinner with friends across town. I offered five dollars to her so she could buy a mocha. No, she said, let's go in together to get one.
Ping also hopped out of the car to go in with us to get the mocha. This will be my mocha, she said. No, Cici responded, this will be Papa's and my mocha. If you want a mocha, we need to get a second one for you. Ping laughed. She really didn't want one anyway. She just wanted to be part of the little tradition that Cici and I started. So with a girl on each arm, we bought a mocha and headed back to the car.
Ping also hopped out of the car to go in with us to get the mocha. This will be my mocha, she said. No, Cici responded, this will be Papa's and my mocha. If you want a mocha, we need to get a second one for you. Ping laughed. She really didn't want one anyway. She just wanted to be part of the little tradition that Cici and I started. So with a girl on each arm, we bought a mocha and headed back to the car.
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