A couple months ago, Shannon and I hit on bribing persuading Genevieve to be a little less frustrating at bedtime by offering her – and Julia, of course – the chance to go with me Saturday morning for bagels at the downtown coffeeshop. The scheme has worked well enough that today’s outing was our third straight.
Not only is $6 for breakfast for three a pretty good deal ($8 if I need a latte), the breakfast works out to $1.20 for each quiet bedtime, or roughly ten zillion dollars less than each is worth. Pennypinching aside, the girls love the breakfast and the tradition, and we all have a great time.
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1 Donna // Jan 28, 2010 at 5:31 pm
Fun!
(And Shannon gets some me-time!)
2 Julia’s Manifesto // Feb 13, 2010 at 10:07 am
[...] The Saturday morning daddy-daughter breakfasts at the downtown coffeeshop incline Julia toward thinking about crucial issues in her life, such as whether cream cheese is better than peanut butter (it isn’t), when she can have coffee (when she’s older), and why we can’t go out for breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday. So far, she’s reasonably accepting of the (real) answer to this last question, which is that, even though we are very lucky to have a house and food and clothes and a car and toys and some fun stuff (“like your skis, Daddy”), we can’t afford to hit the coffeeshop twice in two days. [...]
3 Coffeeshopped // Mar 15, 2010 at 7:43 pm
[...] improved on my shot of the girls at the downtown coffeeshop on one of our Saturday-morning bagel outings with this excellent rendering. The lights are realistic, if somewhat (say, 1000%) oversized in [...]
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