I Scream, You Scream

We all scream for ice cream. And I almost screamed when I saw how much it cost.

A natural for kindness in the week of “I” was ice cream. It's the beginning of summer, the weather is finally warm and the ice cream stand we pass on the way home from my kids school has been open for over a month. It it is one of those places designed to get the attention of children driving by. Painted in bright colors and decorated like a pirates ship, this place makes kids beg to stop. And my younger son is no different. He had asked already several times this spring but my husband  refused because he claimed it was too expensive. Today I picked up the boys from school and temporarily won favored parent status when I announced we would stop for ice cream.

As we stood reviewing the choices (of which there were a zillion) I was reveling in my boys' happiness. Until I saw the prices. Holy mackerel! I could have bought several gallons for what it was going to cost me. I did keep my surprise to myself and resisted the urge to drag the kids back into the car. They placed their orders and I, giving in to the moment, ordered a scoop too. And in honor of the kindness of “I” I bought a five dollar gift certificate and instructed the young woman waiting on us to give it to the first customer who came after we left.

And here is the truth. It was the absolute best caramel peanut butter cookie dough ice cream I have EVER had.