Hot chocolate is such a wonderful gift, isn't it?
When my son was about 3, we were visiting Vancouver and he managed to fall into a very shallow part of English Bay. In February. We had extra clothes in the car, but it was about a five minute walk to the car, and he howled with indignation the entire time. While we were attempting to get the kid into dry clothes, a woman who had been having breakfast in a hotel restaurant had watched our ridiculous ordeal and bought a cup of hot chocolate for my son. He was wholly unappreciative, but I have never forgotten her kindness (or that of the hotel management who didn't fuss about her taking one of their fancy cups outside; we returned it, of course).