B orders a frozen lemonade

"Can I go to the counter by myself this time?" B asked Simone. "Sure," she agreed. "Here's the money." She handed him a toonie to give the Tim Hortons salesperson. Simone watched as B sidled up to the counter. "Excuse me?" B asked, his eyes barely reaching the counter height. "I'd like a frozen lemonade please." He placed his toonie on the counter. The salesperson eyed the money. "What size did you want? Small or medium?" B slid a glance at his mother. "Well, the last time I ordered myself, I asked for a medium and my mom FREAKED out so I think I'd better just order a small."