Flying W Things

Today we went to Legoland. I will provide a full accounting of the trip, complete with pictures, later. For now I will regale you with an amusing anecdote.

Katy had gone to get some ice cream for us to share. After she was well out of sight, Claire started getting agitated. "What if Mommy gets me chocolate ice cream? I don't like chocolate ice cream!"

So I started a little game with her to distract and reassure her. "Who has known you longer: Mommy or your friend [insert name here]?" I asked. The answer, of course, was [giggle] "Mommy!"

After a few rounds of this I went in for the kill. "So who has known you longer than anybody? Mommy. Do you think Mommy would forget that you don't like chocolate? Of course not." She was happy once again.

[The astute among you can see where this is heading. It's like watching Wile E. Coyote sometimes, isn't it?]

Two minutes later Katy returned with the ice cream. What flavor do you suppose it was?

(To be fair, it was half-chocolate and half-vanilla. I wasn't going to mention that - never let the truth get in the way of a good story and all - but my conscience bothers me sometimes. Either way, Claire was, in fact, upset all over again to see any chocolate ice cream in the dish.)