Daddy took a detour on the way home from church Wednesday night. He stopped at McDonald's. "Ice cream! Yay, ice cream!" Jude screamed (a little bird had let him in on the secret during church to bribe him into behaving).
Once the other kids caught on, hoots and hollars erupted from the back of the van. When we assembled in front of the ice cream counter in the restaurant, we realized we were the only ones in the store. Sweet. Crowd management is so much easier when other crowds aren't mingling with your crowd.
The assistant manager came over to the ice cream counter and proceeded to give everyone samples. Once decisions were made, orders were filled, one by one. Jude was first to be served and had the unfortunate experience of seeing the parade of treats all the others had chosen pass before his eyes before they were placed in the hands of the rightful owners. Each new frozen confection elicited an "I want that," from a dejected Jude, who had chosen a very plain scoop of ice cream for himself.
I was the last to get my treat--a chocolate dipped cone. This time, the assistant manager heard Jude say, "I want that!" I proceeded to rip off a big chunk of chocolate from my cone to give to my boy (as any good mother would), but just then, the assistant manager appeared with a baby chocolate dipped cone, which he handed to Jude. He was one very happy little boy, as were all the others.
It was so good to see my family smiling and laughing. A bit of joy mingled in with the pain. God is good. (Thanks Floyd & Peggy for the ice cream treat!)
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