Friday, November 30, 2007

I Scream

The other morning—let's say six-thirty-ish—June found our empty carton of Cherry Garcia from the night before.

For the next five minutes, she was very happy, using the dirty spoon to scrape gummy ice cream residue from the sides of the container, gleefully licking it off, and eventually, smearing stale chocolate all over her face.

For the following five (ten? twenty?) minutes, she was bitterly miserable. "Can I have ice cream for breakfast?" No. "Please?" No. "Ple-e-e-e-ase?" No. "But I want ice cream for breakfast!" No. "Ple-e-e-e-e-e-ase can I have ice cream for breakfast! I want it! I WANT it!" No. "Ple-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ase.........!"

Parenting before coffee—it ain't nothing nice.


  1. Anonymous9:19 PM

    June is very nice. She says, "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

  2. So, did you give your daughter the ice cream or not? You left me hanging. I just had coffee.

  3. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No! NO!

  4. Oh, I see. Poor little June. At least she pleaded her case well.