Ice Cream Reward
Categories: I and our 3 year old picked up our first-grader after school. In talking with the 6 year old, I learned he had been good (“green”) in school all this week. So I thought to reward him, us, with a trip to the ice cream parlor. (Okay, *I* wanted ice cream, and his green status was an excuse.)
Right after I had pulled into a parking spot in front of the ice cream store, my cell phone rang. It was my wife.
“Hey, babe,” I answered.
“Hey, sweety,” she said. “How’re the boys?”
“They’re good,” I said. “6YO was green at school again.”
“Great. Where are you guys? I thought you’d be home by now.”
“Um, yeah, we just took a detour.”
“Bull, where are you?”
“6YO was green at school all this week, so we’re at the ice cream store.”
“Bull, he’s green every week. You shouldn’t go to the ice cream store so much.”
“I know. Just, well. . .”
“They don’t need ice cream. You don’t need ice cream.”
“I know. But we’re already here.”
“Okay. Bring me home some chocolate with brownie.”
Bullgrit
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