My daughter is almost nine, and I discovered recently that she’s reached the age at which the right drink matters. The drink to set you up for a day. The drink to be seen with.
I realised this because a while back we were at a coffee shop getting an elaborate frappucino for her, and three of her school friends came by in the time we sat there, all of them getting their own elaborate frappucinos. The kids nodded to each other – to see and be seen! A month later the drink has changed – it’s now bubble tea – but the set-up is the same. It’s important to have the right drink.
And weirdly I remember all this a bit. I remember the period at which a drink switched from being, well, a drink, to being something more – a vital piece of identity.
