Baby coffee

Some people I used to baby-sit for bought their daughter "baby coffee" from Starbucks; it was just a small hot chocolate, if I remember correctly. I always thought that the term was cute, and I've now passed it on to my own child. While Jonah has been to Starbucks enough times by now that he recognizes the logo and will sometimes ask for Starbucks by name out of the blue, he has also consented to being served a baby coffee at home. When Mama makes it, it's just warmed, frothed milk; Dada adds Hershey's syrup. Either way, Jonah loves himself some baby coffee (sometimes with a cookie: here, a Goya Maria).