Cones Are For Dunces
A few days ago, we went for some ice cream. While waiting in line, I asked the kids what they wanted. Thankfully, the choices are simple; chocolate, vanilla or twist. The only other decision is chocolate sprinkles or rainbow.
The Champ usually gets chocolate with rainbow sprinkles while Peanut get vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.
Then came the request often asked but never, until Monday, approved.
“Can I have mine in a cone?”
Up until then, my answer was always no. I knew if Peanut didn’t drop hers on the ground, she would wear most of it. I also knew I can’t let The Champ get a cone and not Peanut.
“Not today.” , I replied.
“Fine, but can we not make a mess?”
Apparently, my mind must have left for summer vacation or some premature brain freeze from the ice cream set in.
We ordered our ice creams and sat down at a picnic table to enjoy. I always bring wipes with me seeing the ice cream shop only gives a few napkins to each person.
The Champ did pretty well with his cone. Aside from the chocolate goatee he sprouted, he contained the mess until the bottom of the cone started leaking through.
Total of 3 wipes and 1 napkin used.
Peanut wasn’t so lucky. I can safely say she didn’t drop her ice cream but I think she wore more than she ate. Her entire face was covered in vanilla and she somehow got sprinkles in her hair. I finally gave up trying to contain the mess. Eventually, she had ice cream dripping from her elbow.
Total of 7 wipes and 1 napkin used.
By the end, The Champ was able to finish his ice cream but Peanut gave up. I usually finish whatever is left over but not this time. Her cone couldn’t have been soggier if it had been holding water. No thanks.
Yeah, I know, kids will be kids. But when I allow something that follows with the need to take the garden hose to them, put me in the corner.