Is it summer yet? I certainly feels like it. My boys have discovered a new treat: eating ice cream out of cones on the back porch. Is there anything better? No, I don’t think so.
“Okay, guys. What kind do you want?”
“Hummmm…” the Cheese says as he slowly walks past the frosted freezer doors with his hands folded, rubbing his chin. “Let me think about this.”
“Green!” the Monkey replies. “I want the green one!” He’s pointing to a tub of mint chocolate chip which I know that he won’t eat.
“How about you guys pick a kind that you would both like. How about Cookies ‘n Cream? That’s yummy!” I told them.
“I want the green one!”
“No. No green ice cream, baby. You won’t like it,” I tell the Monkey as he now folds his arms and starts to pout.
“I think I want that kind up there.”
“No way, buddy. No pink bubble gum ice cream.”
Meanwhile, the Golfer has been standing next to the cart the entire time obvious to the ice cream drama as he checks his messages on his phone. Suddenly realizing what’s going on, he offers a suggestion.
“How about popsicles?”
“No!” I snap back. “We’re here for ice cream!”
He quickly returns to his phone with a sigh and I’m-so-glad-I-don’t-grocery-shop-with-you-guys-on-a-regular-basis look on his face.
After debating the 51 flavors before us–everything from lime sherbet (“Green!”) to Dippin’ Dot style ice cream cups–I grabbed a tub of No Sugar Added coffee ice cream that I knew no one but me would like.