No Son of Mine
It was quite evident to me last night that aliens had abducted my son and replaced him with an exact copy, but one that obviously does not share my DNA, when he stated the following:
"Daddy, I don't think ice cream is a very good dessert in the winter time. Can I have a cookie instead?"
"Daddy, I don't think ice cream is a very good dessert in the winter time. Can I have a cookie instead?"
Permalink posted by Phil at 8:53 PM
6 Comments:
But does he know about peppermint ice cream? Because that does make an awesome winter treat. I had some last night.
Our sons must be switched! Ice cream is good anytime of the year, according to him.
LOL! I like the "my son must be abducted by aliens..."
So did he get his cookie in the end?
So did he get his cookie in the end?
He had half a gingerbread man cookie. I ate the eggnog ice cream that I had already dished for him.
My son often chooses Vanilla and I am consumed by the same feeling - somehow we are not genetically related. But then there is everything else he does that is just like me and I am left wondering if maybe my chocolate obsession is a regressive gene not passed down to him.
As we left the pet store the other night, we passed a .25 cent candy dispenser and my girl wanted something (odd, since we NEVER have gotten candy out of those with her). We were heading next door to get milkshakes and when we say no to the crappy candy and remind her of the yummy ice cream goodness in her immediate future she fusses and says: "I don't want a milkshake".
It was my job as a responsible parent to let her know, in no uncertain terms, that such a sentence should never be spoken.
Post a Comment
<< Home