It was time to feed the baby right smack in the middle of the meal. He was hungry and it was either that or let him scream. I left the table to nurse him more comfortably on the couch several feet from the kitchen table. Everyone finished eating and Jason said the kids could get the ice cream cones out of the freezer. We had purchased a pack that contained vanilla, chocolate, and caramel. The kids were all talking at once requesting their favorite flavor. “Esther, which one is your favorite?” Jason called to me.
“The vanilla!” I called back thinking it was so sweet of him to think of me.
I finished feeding the baby and went back to the table to enjoy my ice cream cone. “Where’s mine?” I asked after looking around and not seeing one. Jason looked completely blank. “Where is my ice cream. Wasn’t there a vanilla one left?”
“Yes, but I ate it!”
“You asked me what kind I wanted,” I accused.
“No, I wanted to know which one was the best so I asked your favorite…and I ate it!”
The rascal! Gotta laugh!