Wednesday, July 20, 2011

White Flag

Yesterday we spent some time in the car together.

One big, happy fam-damily.

If your children are anything like mine, it doesn't take long for things to go South in the far reaches of your back seat.

Even with an overhead movie, an ipod, an iphone, and every sugary snack available in economy sized packaging.

(kids these my day we had a coloring book and one broken crayon between four of us, and we were thrilled...)

As usual, one thing led to me raising my voice, which then led to me asking Ty to please take over the disciplining.

We were already pulling-in for ice cream cones, so the perfect teaching moment presented itself. It was fate.

Yep. Someone left coneless.

Ty and I felt pretty good about our impromptu life lesson-giving, and were soon deep in discussion about something, despite the sulking and devastated face-making issuing from the back seat.

Ten minutes down the freeway, and it dawned on me that someone was no longer sullen and silent. In fact, one glance confirmed that someone was eating an ice cream cone. Someone who didn't get an ice cream cone.

Ty and I did a quick inventory of cones only to discover that someone's little brother felt so bad for her that he gave her his cone.

We did the only thing we could do, and laughed.

And then looked at each other and acknowledged our defeat.

And fear over someone's future teenage years. Because let's face it, if you can't win something like an ice cream cone battle, then the war is as good as lost.


Stephanie said...

Sorry you were defeated, but that was so sweet of Sy.

Sharlee said...

Sounds like someone else was picking your battle for you.... how nice of him.

Elisabeth (and Tyler) said...

That is darling. And maddening. All at the same confusing time :)