I have a tummy ache this morning. Most likely, it is because, yesterday, Eleanor and I ate Bruster’s Ice Cream’s Birthday Cake (in a waffle cone) as an appetizer. Yup. Ice cream before dinner.
I promised her we would go for an ice cream if she took her nap and then got up and peed on the potty. She did, so I had to. On the way there I asked her what kind of ice cream she wanted.
“Red ize cweem for Eleanor” she said.
RED? Well, there’s cherry or chocolate raspberry or something close tho that… That will be red, I guess. But when we got there, the lady in front of us received through the little slide window, a mound of blue and white ice cream with sprinkles. “I wan dat one!” OK. What is that?
“Birthday Cake Ice Cream” Wow! Anyone who knows me can tell you. I. LOVE. Frosting. I thought, up until yesterday, that I couldn’t get enough of the suger-filled fattening stuff. I now know; there is a limit to my butter-cream bliss and my icing idolatry. TOO sweet. WAY too sweet.
Nevertheless, this is one of the things about parenting to which I have been looking forward. When given the choice, I will generally pick from about five “regular” flavors: Chocolate, vanilla, butter pecan, Moose Tracks Denali, and mint chocolate chip. Eleanor doesn’t know what’s out there. It’s a whole big new world of ice cream flavors and textures that she’s never experienced. Grape? Go for it! Bubble Gum? Be my guest! White chocolate cherry? Why Not? There’s more than 31 flavors these days, so, this could take a while.
By the way, Elly got to wear big girl underpants to the ice cream stand. She kept them dry the whole time. Needless to say, I took her pants off when we got home to see if I could get her to pee twice in a row in the pot. When my attention was focused elsewhere (on Saralyn), she went over to her sister’s baby swing, sat down and peed. What a MESS! There I was thinking as I stripped the fabric off the swing and used about a roll of paper towels on the hardwoods, there’s not enough ice cream in the world to make this mess worth cleaning up.
Two steps forward…