turning into one of those parents

I usually go to Starbucks once a week. One day as we went through the drive through, Molly said she wanted a drink. She chats a lot from the backseat, and I did what I usually do when it's hard to hear her from the front seat- agree with her with no thought of actually doing what she asked for. She was totally incensed with me when she didn't get a drink. So now she gets a chocolate milk or steamed milk when we go. It seems totally ridiculous to me, but it makes her so happy!