Yesterday, I took our three-year-old (soon to be four) out to run some errands while his older brother went to a birthday party. We had a good time, especially once I stopped using the word “errands” and started using the word “missions”.<\/p>\n
Afterwards, I treated the little guy to an ice cream at Brusters – a walk up ice cream place. We purchased a couple cones – free for him because he’s less than 40 inches tall – and grabbed a bench to munch and talk.<\/p>\n
As we were crunching away the last bites of our cones, he grabbed my arm. “I’m thirsty, daddy!”<\/p>\n
“Thirsty?”<\/p>\n
He gestured wildly with his hands “So thirsty!”<\/p>\n
“Umm…” I looked up at the menus glued to the inside of Bruster’s windows. As far as I could see, no drinks were listed at all. “I don’t think they have anything here, but we’re heading home next and we can get some water there.”<\/p>\n
“But I’m thirsty!”<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do. They don’t have any drinks here.”<\/p>\n
He tried to hide his smile. “They have milkshakes. They’re drinks.”<\/p>\n
I stood up. “No! You just had an ice cream cone!”<\/p>\n
“But I’m thirsty!”<\/p>\n
“Me too. Let’s go to the grocery store and pick up some carrot juice.”<\/p>\n
“Nooo!” He flopped dramatically over, like a puppet with its strings cut. “Milk Shakes!”<\/p>\n
We’ve never had carrot juice. It was just the nastiest sounding juice I could think to bring up. After some discussions about carrot juice versus milk shakes, we decided to ask if Bruster’s had any lemonade. They did, so we split one.<\/p>\n
It was delicious.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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