It was a case of DUI -- Driving Underage Infants -- at 7th and Montana this morning as a Delightful Young Urchin drove a Fancy Plastic Sportscar into Our Favorite Starbucks, zipped right up to the counter and ordered a croissant. "Croissant," she squealed, pointing at the Pastry Case. Her Grandfather seemed only too happy to oblige. "Don't you worry," he said, "I'll get you a croissant. Do you want anything else, honey?" The baby's mother chimed-in, asking for a coffee. "No problem," said the Grandfather proudly, "I'm paying for everyone! I insist!" That was my cue. "Marvelous," I said loudly, "I'm a man of simple tastes ... I'll just have a Grande Half Caff and the Los Angeles Times, if you don't mind." The Grandfather laughed and -- believe it or not -- seemed ready to pay for my order but I refused. Afterall, Fancy Plastic Sportscars don't come cheap these days ...!