You Look Like You Need A Cookie

Today I thought I would do something for myself, so I went to Panera for a 5th cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

While in my moment of Zen I was feeding Enzo a jar of pears between his obsessive chomps on a straw, encouraging Mya to drink through her straw not her plastic knife, then cutting up half of my sandwich for her to eat, while she stole the bacon right out from under my nose.

A nice gentleman that worked at Panera came up to my table and said, "I usually give these to the pregnant women, but you have a lot going on, and I thought you would enjoy this."

The large chocolate chip cookie, that I did NOT share, went great with my 6th cup of coffee.