A sign you've visited Starbucks a few times in recent memory

This evening the boys let me run in and get our traditional Starbucks fare while Jacob slept in the car -- a white chocolate mocha for Dada, an iced vanilla latte for me, and a "cow milky" (AKA Horizon Organic Vanilla-Flavored Single-Serve 2% milk -- it has a picture of a cow on it, hence "cow milky") for the Isaac. Very rarely, we indulge in a seriously overpriced baked good, usually an M&M cookie because Isaac enjoys pick out the individual M&Ms for the eating. Today, after a long day where Jacob insisted on surviving on catnaps alone, I was in the mood for some serious chocolate and bought an espresso brownie. I did not flash it at Dada or at the boy. I wasn't in the mood for sharing.

As we drove towards home, Isaac finished his cow milky...

Isaac: Mommy, hold my cow milky.
Mommy: Okay. (reaching back and taking empty milk carton)
Isaac: Mommy, gimme that. Gimme that bag.
Mommy: "Gimme that back?" You want your cow milky back? It's all gone, buddy.
Isaac: No, mommy. Gimme that brown bag.
Mommy: (reluctantly lifting up the distinctive little brown bag containing my espresso brownie) This?
Isaac: Yes.
Mommy: (lying through her teeth) No, buddy, you don't want this. It's mommy's. And it's almost empty anyways.
Isaac: No, mommy. There's cookie in there.

Of course I gave him a bite of my brownie, that boy of mine with the steel-trapish mind.