He Screams For "Ice Creans"

Yes, please don't judge, but I was desperate enough this morning to make the following promise to my son: "If you act like a big boy and don't cry at school, you can have chocolate, ice cream, and tractor tippins (his favorite part of Cars)."

Mom of the Year Award 2012 right here--bribing your child with sugar and movies for good behavior. Geesh. :)

McDonald's has become our favorite place to get ice cream. Why? Because my very picky eater who will scream bloody murder for ice cream really only wants about four bites. So, yay for cheap ice cream and Momma getting to fulfill her latest pregnancy craving of chicken nugget Happy Meals! :)

This afternoon, after his usual four bites, the toddler said "Yuck!" and pushed the ice cream as far away from himself as possible (also, bonus, in the direction of Mommy).



I took several bites of the ice cream, loaded everything onto our tray, and asked, "Okay, are you all done? You don't want any more ice cream?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Are you sure? Mommy can put your ice cream in the trash? You're all done with the ice cream?"

He was adamant. He was finished. It could go in the trash.

Of course you know what happened the millisecond I put the ice cream and the rest of our food into the trash.

Yes,  we were "those people" leaving McDonald's--Mommy trying desperately to hold it together (and to hold a flailing toddler) and the little man screaming, red-faced, for "ICE CREANS! MY ICE CREANS!"