The ice cream there is… well… overly frozen from dry ice, weak sauce, and had a ridiculous line in the hot sun to buy it, so I told him that I’d find him some better ice cream elsewhere. He quietly said, “Okay,” then didn’t mention it again.
As we headed to the exit 30min later, I found the Main Street ice cream parlor which was indoor, air conditioned, had a ton of ice cream selections, a table to sit at, and no line at a…ll. So now he’s sitting at the table with a monstrous mint chocolate chip ice cream cone, with ice cream all over his face (Yes, the kind I never got when I was a kid) & I say to him, “See? I remembered! I told you I’d find you some better ice cream, eh?”
He looks at me and says, “Daddy, you’re the BEST Daddy ever.”
I freeze & look at Anne & whisper, “(Did you coach…?)” She smiles & says, “(Nope. All him.)” #todaywasagooddayasafather