Earlier this afternoon I told T if he touched his brother one more time before dinner he would lose his dessert. A couple of minutes later I caught him trying to smother C with a blanket.
T didn’t take the no dessert news with a lot of grace. I held him close as he wept hysterically. “Is C having dessert?” he choked out. “I don’t think so.” “Are you?” After an awkward pause I told him I was not.
But that was a lie.
I’m having chocolate ice cream with motherfucking rainbow sprinkles right now. And each bite is a taste of heaven.
I deserve this ice cream, damn it. I did not try to smother a single living being today.
Yesterday we had ice cream at Gannon’s with old friends who were driving through town. This is really my friend M’s picture. Well, it was taken by a friendly stranger, but it was on M’s phone. Isn’t her daughter a doll?
Our local library installed an awesome new bike rack.
The boys were very serious as they watched some post-lunch TV.
In other really quick news, last night when we were walking to our cars after ice cream C cried out, “Daddy!” while reaching for Z. It was the first time he used a name properly and I almost cried I was so happy.
Look at that…two relatively positive posts in a row. Who am I?