She's a sneeky one

I have heard all the crazy things kids do and you can almost see it coming. Things like: "do you have to go potty?" Answer: well you know what it is, no at that time, but a yes when it's really inconvenient IE: the check out line in at the grocery store, (or heaven help us at the commissary the Saturday after payday), in between rest stops on a long road trip, at the White House when you are talking to the President (OK, so I haven't had that experience but you know what I mean).

Then there is the another famous situation: it's quiet, where is she...

So while I am talking to Cora on the phone today, I experience the later situation. Sarah asked for ice cream, I gave her some, she was happy, playing, then quiet. I think she knew if she asked for more ice cream she knew I would say no. So she got into the freezer, got the ice cream, climbed the cabinets to the counter, got a bowl, an ice cream scoop and a spoon. I caught her eating the ice cream with the spoon, the ice cream scoop abandon because, well, let's face it, it represents an unnecessary middle man, and a child completely content with spoon in hand and face covered in ice cream.

By the way, Aaron and I took the girls out for dinner the other night, we finished, did some shopping and I suggested we go for some i-c-e c-r-e-a-m. From the back seat, Sarah in her small voice says "I want some ice cream". We looked at each other and laughed, then of course got some ice cream.