Little Brother came downstairs this morning announcing, “I want ice cream! With butter!”
I talked him into having a yogurt instead.
Later he asked for juice, and Big Brother chose to hand him the more expedient option of Sprite. Then I heard, “Look out! You’re gonna spill!”
“Where?”
Whatever happened to pancakes and syrup, with a big glass of milk? (Or in lactose-intolerant Little Brother’s case, a sippy cup of water).
Now if there were any COFFEE ice cream in the house, I might reconsider this whole thing.