Milk Shakes

Okay, so we were in the car today with A and she told us a story about when she and B were about three-years-old that made me smile. She said that you took them to a local ice cream parlor for milk shakes. Both girls had very large milk shakes and greedily slurped them down. When B was done, she asked for another one. After you refused, she began whinning, which soon turned into an all-out temper tantrum right there in the ice cream shop. A said that she vividly remembers you scooping B up into a "football" hold under your arm while she was screaming all the while. Then you sweetly took A by the hand and calmly walked out of the store. What cracked me up about this is what I imagined your stoic expression to be . . . unrattled by a screaming toddler. You always keep it together. You are always in control. I need some lessons. Wish you were here to teach me, friend.