Today we--by we, I am talking about my mother-in-law and myself--took my children out for ice cream. As you may know, Squirt has recently turned 2. Two years old means a lot of things for a mama, but in this case it means that he is trying to be very independent. Ice cream and independence don't necessarily go hand in hand.
However, I have since decided, "Who cares?"
Who cares if I have to eat half of his ice cream cone--because he insists he MUST have a cone and not a dish--and Grandma has to eat another 1/4 of his ice cream leaving him with much less than he was hoping for. Either way, he is not going to get all the ice cream in his own mouth.
Who cares that only one member of your family is currently sitting at the table? Everyone else wants to wander around and enjoy their ice cream cones on their feet.
Who cares that it takes a couple of different strangers to tell you that your child is going to lose his ice cream? As soon as you hear this, you spring into action licking and licking ice cream until the Buddy is sure there will be no ice cream left for him!
Who cares that your Buddy's cone is soggy with sticky melted ice cream? Because you are going to eat it anyway. It was a $3.50 ice cream cone. It must be consumed!
Who cares that you children are stickier than all the rest of the ice cream consumers put together? They are enjoying it, right?
Who cares that your other Buddy throws the bottom tip of the cone away? You've had it with ice cream cones for one day. You have rescued enough ice cream for the next month.