Over-Friendly Ice Cream

So yesterday was a rough day for me. I was feeling depressed and needed to get out of my messy house. My kids, while not being bad and playing very nicely together, were driving me nuts! I was trying to get something done and all I heard was "Mommy" every two seconds. OK. The problem was mostly me - we've all been there - I snapped and yelled at them. I felt so terrible. My children then told me it was OK to be grumpy sometimes, but you have to try to do something that might make you feel not so grumpy. Words I've used a million times... I told them going out together for ice cream would probably do the trick. They, of course, thought this was a stellar idea as well!

Off to Friendly's we go! Oh yeah - I didn't want any ice cream. I wanted peanut buttery, chocolately gooiness in my belly. We even warmed ourselves up with mozzarella sticks. We all decided it was the best lunch we had eaten in a long time.

We all ordered something different and took turns sharing bits of our ice cream with each other (and Lily tried them all too). It was fun. It really did bring me out of my grumpy depression. All I had to do was look across the booth from me and see Coen and Ravenna playing and sharing bites of sundae with each other and then giving a spoonful to Lily to make me smile. How lucky I am.

At one point I was sharing my yummy gooiness with Lily and heard the other two laughing saying, "Taste mine now!" I look up to see my children, basically french kissing! "Stop, now! Just... STOP!" I was so disturbed. They simply explained to me that they were tasting each other's lips. The waitress was coming to check on us just as "the event" took place. She couldn't stop laughing.

Our new lesson is that we don't lick other people. We especially don't lick each other's mouths - we don't want to share any yucky germs with anyone else, and we don't want to get anyone else's yucky germs.

I still think the look of horror on my face has them confused though...