It was a warm day this week when I picked up E2 from her summer day camp. Her group had been outside all afternoon at a Blue Jays game, and she had a sweaty look to her face.
E2: “I’m so hot… It’s so hot outside,” she lamented dramatically. After a pregnant pause, she states, “I think we should go get some gelato to cool down, Mommy.”
Me, with one eye cocked: “Oh really? You’re that hot?”
E2: “I’m *super* boiling. I think ice cream will be perfect to cool me down. So cold, and creamy…You look like you’re pretty hot too, Mommy. I think you would enjoy some gelato too!”
Me: “I dunno, that would be having dessert before dinner…” I had to admit to myself that some gelato just then did indeed sound like a pretty great idea.
E2: “It’s like a snack! I promise I’ll eat my dinner, and I will only have fruit for dessert after.”
Me: “Well, let’s go pick up your sister and then see.”
E2: “Couldn’t we go get gelato first, and just not tell her?” She smiled a cheeky, conspiring grin.
Me: “E2, that’s not nice, you know how you’d feel if you found out I took E1 for gelato without you.”
E2: “But I won’t tellllll… OK, OK, let’s go get E1,” she concluded, somewhat reluctantly. “But then we’ll walk straight-away to Hollywood Gelato.”
And wouldn’t you know it, we did indeed have gelato that afternoon *before* dinner.