Sometimes I bring my little one with me into Starbucks.  She feels so grown up in there and they have gluten free potato chips which she loves.  School is out for Christmas and I am of course still working.  I generally only go weekly but I got my usual; a white chocolate mocha frappuchino with coconut milk, no whipped cream, and peppermint for the holidays.  Paying with my Apple Watch still hasn’t gotten old.  As I was having my wrist scanned I looked back and saw my little one had happily insinuated herself in between these two young women, looking quite proud.  “Hello,” she said to the one on her left.  Turning to the right she received a “Hi!”  “Hi,” she replied.  “We’re having a GIRLS’ day!” she announced to her two new friends.  I came over to sit down and noticed they had both dropped their studies to listen to a five year old’s constant steam of chatter.  Of the most import:  they were out of her beloved gluten free chips.  I found her gluten free blood orange chewies instead.  Rounding her eyes she asked, “Mama, why is it BLOOD?” with a look that held more morbid curiosity than anything else.  “That’s a type of orange” I told her as she continued to stare at the bag with a mixture of anticipation and horror.  “There’s no blood,” I said, watching her look vaguely disappointed.  I saw her two new friends trying to stifle smiles.  “Well, it’s time to go kiddo; you may take those with you” I told her as I swooped up my drink, phone, and keys.  Both girls told her goodbye and I thanked them for being so nice to her.  The Tibetan Buddhist Dali Lama said, “Be kind whenever possible.  It is always possible.”  And so my little one left standing a little taller as we left with our sweet treats.