Yesterday was my husband's last day of work for a week, as Spring Break starts today. The weather was in the 80's here in Southern California and I was thinking that it would be a perfect day to have ice cream for dinner. Boo was shocked and amazed when I told her, repeatedly asking me, "But what else are we going to have?" Perhaps she's still a little young to appreciate the concept, but a family night out was just what we needed to get this break off on the right foot. However, as adorable as I think two ponytails are on Boo, I have to admit that they are not the most food-friendly.
As one would expect on a really hot day, the line was incredibly long, and the ice cream place had but one lonely worker to handle the disgruntled customers demanding a way to cool off. But Boo was as patient as could be. In fact, when our turn came around, I ordered my ice cream last so that Boo and Daddy could start on theirs right away. But she refused to go back to the table without me, so her ice cream sat melting away while the card machine took forever and a day to read my gift card (three tries on a dial-up).
Finally the time came to sit at the table and enjoy our special treat. Now perhaps I should have had the forethought to position Boo differently at the table, such that she could see the door when
We had to laugh. Of all things to have her ponytails "dipped" in, ice cream was definitely the cutest (and the funniest). I'm bummed that I missed the photo opportunity, however both Daddy and I quickly assigned ourselves a ponytail for cleaning duty and the "look" of ice cream was gone just as quickly as it came. However, with all dairy, it was hanging in the back of my mind that we would definitely need to be rinsing out those twists as soon as possible. I didn't want the ice cream to dry in her hair, and perhaps spoil and start to smell.
Turns out that was not going to be a problem. Much to the chagrin of three-year-olds all over the country, Boo was not the least bit interested in having ice cream for dinner. A few bites into her "meal," she dumped out the rest of the ice cream (and M&M's) and proceeded to eat only the cone cup within which it was sitting. When she was done with the cone, she then announced that she would like to go home and eat some real dinner. I can just see kids everywhere rolling their eyes and shaking their head at Boo's missed opportunity.
We returned home and rinsed out her twists, running water through them and giving them little squeezes to try to dilute any left-over ice cream. After squeezing out the excess water I added some moisture back into the twists by rubbing some Curly Cake Shake in my hands and then "hugging" the twists with my lotion-covered hands. They looked and smelled as good as new. I also need to pat myself on my own back for not freaking out over the whole incident. I've come a long way when it comes to Boo getting her hair dirty. Time and experience have both taught me that there are few problems that cannot be addressed or solved easily, without my
I can't say that the evening was a total bust. We all had a good time. Boo's twists survived their ice cream encounter, as did I. She enjoyed her "special treat," as she called it, and finished off the evening sharing a large salad with Daddy. A very healthy salad, I might add.