Every morning on my way to work, I pass a Starbucks. I love -- and I do mean love -- a latte. But, it's expensive, and it takes time, and I probably only treat myself fewer than 5 mornings a year. I'd already kind of planned out, as part of my incentive to make it through the week, that I was going to stop this morning and as you see it ended up being two huge treats in one. Spectacular. And delicious.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"