We All Scream!
A four-year-old is permanently residing in my head. The other day I was at Oberweis buying a sundae. Rocky Road sundaes come in two versions: one scoop and two scoops. I should get a one scoop sundae. I don’t need two scoops and, worse still, I’m never going to finish two scoops. But the four-year-old screams and cries “two scoops! two scoops!” until I’m forced to give in. I take the sundae home, mush it all up (hey, sometimes that four-year-old is right on target) and eat . . . half the sundae. “I’m fulllllll!” whines the four-year-old. I should just learn to ignore her, I guess….