I Scream, You Scream…


We all know that I love the stuffing out of my son.  He is the light of my life, blah blah blah, all that mushy stuff. That being said, sometimes the kid is so weird that I don’t know where he came from.

Last night we got ice cream as a treat to have after dinner.  We all ate our food and then Cole asked for desert.  My husband presented the ice cream with a flourish.  And…. Cole proceeded to have a complete and utter meltdown because THE ICE CREAM WAS TOO COLD!  He whined about the coldness, he told us it would “hurt” him to eat the ice cream, he implored us to put the ice cream in the microwave because that heats “stuff up and then my ice cream would be eatable!”  At one point he flung himself onto the rug and begged the world at large to tell him why his dad had thought that ice cream would be a good idea. 

We told him not to eat the ice cream, if it was that big of a deal.  That brought on a fresh round of tears, because it was HIS ice cream and he WANTED it, just not COLD. Eventually he took a tiny, miniscule bite of the ice cream.  By the look on his face, you would have thought that he ate actual dirt.  He nodded his head, eyes closed, and carefully placed the spoon back in the bowl.

“It’s good,” he said, “but it IS cold.  I don’t want any more.”

And then my head exploded, because no child of mine would EVER turn down ice cream.  


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