His ice cream. This is epic folks. Just when I think that things are less than harmonious betwixt my toddler and baby, BAM! My little man surprises me with a heart-melting solid 5 minutes of maturity beyond his years.
After dinner we went for walk in the wagon (which we can’t do anymore, the long ones with the wagon anyways, as Abby is dead-set on standing and jigging about or trying to pile drive into the cement because the wheels are: Fun! Wow! Whee!) when I heard the ice-cream truck.
Let me tell you, it was embarrassing how excited I got. Well, perhaps for my friend who is in town from B.C., as I gathered from the look on her face. With a slight twinkle of love for my nerdliness, but more so one of, ‘uhmmmm, really? Are you really bouncing up and down?’
Hells yes I was. This was the 1st time either of my babies were experiencing the awesome that is an ice-cream truck! For Abby, this was a double-whammy of awesome (in my mind), as it would be her first time having some soft serve, ever.
While I didn’t get a picture of the loud, iconic beast, I surely did of Wyndham feeding his sister ice-cream. I honestly thought it wouldn’t happen. I was going to try it, (to get him to feed her). I oozed all he sharing terms I could, in a sing-song voice.
Well friends, it WORKED! He shared the ENTIRE cup of ice-cream with his sister and she stopped trying to dump herself out of the wagon until it was all gone. He was so patient and giggled with glee throughout the entire process.
This. THIS is what life with littles is all about, in these small moments.
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