The other night, the ice cream truck decides to show up around 7pm. Why? I don’t know. But Baby Boy got all excited and decided he needed to get ice cream. (When you hear that song, run. Hell is coming after.) Unfortunately for him, by the time we got the money and went outside, the truck was already halfway up the block.
Now here is where the drama started. He REALLY thought that I was going to get in the car and chase the ice cream truck. Ummm…no. So then, of course because he’s my child, he starts crying saying that I told him he could get ice cream. Which I did. But it’s not MY fault that the truck whipped around our cul de sac in 2.5 seconds! Baby Boy could not (would not) understand that I don’t control these things.
At this point, I couldn’t blame the kid for being upset. Hey….I did say that he could have the ice cream. So being the fabulous mother and father that we are (cheese grin) hubby and I looked up the closest Coldstone. Anything for my baby!
He decided to get the Cotton Candy flavor with Gummy Bears mixed in. Rather than a cone, I went with a waffle cone in a cup. Less messy. He couldn’t even finish the whole thing. Honestly, it just seemed like a gigantic cavity waiting to happen. What the kid wants, the kid gets…..sometimes. As long as I promised. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t follow through on my promises? If I promise ice cream or cupcakes he gets it. Just like if I promise that if he doesn’t get his room clean, a few boys and girls are going to be very grateful for the new toys they’re receiving. (And yes. I will (and have already done) it.) He was happy, I was happy. This was my second time going to Coldstone. Has anyone else gone before? What’s your favorite combination? I might try it!