hot, hot, hot

We took the kids to the local coffee house for hot cocoa and treats rather than our usual coffee and donuts. They sang the Hot Hot Hot song from Polar Express the whole way there .
I was not quick enough on the trigger to get the untouched whipped cream swirl.

I did get the whipped cream mustache, however.

And I had to get a shot of Mini-Poppy, cleaning the side of the cup. Just like my Dad, his Poppy would.