As I mentioned yesterday, we took the kids to get ice cream on Saturday. Maxwell went for Superman with whipped cream on top…
Spencer wanted plain “banilla”…
But then he started complaining because he wanted to be able to lick it and, well, you can’t lick it if it’s in a bowl. Yea, we all felt like this about that…
Crazy Spencey. So, because I’m a sucker and wanted to avoid a melt down, we just ordered him another scoop of “banilla” on a cone this time. Happy camper.
Of course, that just allowed him to eat a little bit of both. Lick of ice cream here, bite of waffle cone bowl here.
Yea, he knew he made out good in that deal!
Meanwhile, Baby Mantha was just wondering where her ice cream was…
I told her she didn’t get any and she did not like that answer.
Not at all.
Poor baby Mantha.
So, because I already told you I’m a sucker, I gave her a tiny little taste of Spencer’s “banilla.” (He had plenty to share!)
That made her really happy!
In the end, everyone was happy…
and there was plenty of ice cream for everyone.
I scream…
You scream…
We all scream for ice cream!
