Just the other day, the family was having an ice cream treat with Paddy and Macy+1. Kesiah had a small cup of chocolate with sprinkles, Evin had a scoop of chocolate on a cone, and I had a malt with extra-extra-extra malt. Yes, I ordered like that and they happily complied.
Anyway, after enjoying our individual desserts for a bit, it is inevitable that Kesiah will exercise her sharing skills.
Kesiah: Daddy, may I try your Ma... ma... ma...
Dad: Would you like to try my malt?
Kesiah: Yes
After a deep and thoroughly enjoyed sip...
Kesiah: (loudly) OOOOUUUUUUU!
Mom: Would you like to try my cone.
Kesiah never had a cone and gladly took Evin's offer.
Kesiah: Next time I'm going to have a cone!
Kesiah: And you're going to have a cone!
Kesiah: And Paddy and Macy are going to have cones!
Kesiah: (Pointing to everyone in the room) And he's going to have a cone and she's going to have a cone and he's going to have a cone and he's going to have a cone...
In a final loud crescendo...
Kesiah: EVERYONE HAS A CONE!!!!!
Dad: But I really like malts.
Kesiah: Even after I had a cone?!?!
I guess she likes cones.
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First, I'm not a truck. Second, I'm one of those dads. The kind of dad that can never shut up about their kid. In my defense, I'm not usually bragging about how smart she is or how cute she is or how magically wonderful she is at making everyday a joy and that just by being around her makes one's soul glow and that this kind of elation can change all and usher an era peace never seen before. Although true, I'm usually describing something funny that she has done. Now I'm gonna blog about it.
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