Breakfast of Champions

For a few weeks now, since getting a free sample at the local supermarket (gee, thanks, lady in the green apron!), Erin's been asking me to buy whipped cream so she could make a fancy hot chocolate drink at home. I finally caved yesterday, and this morning, Jim made Erin the concoction she was looking for, chocolate syrup and all. She was so happy with it she insisted that it be my POTD. Who am I to argue?