After a hike, I took my daughter and her friend out for ice cream. They each got a large cone and we sat in the store while they ate. They watched the male teenager behind the counter giving out ice cream cones and ice cream cakes to lots of different people.
Finally my daughter exclaimed, "Mommy! I'm not going to be a Mom when I grow up anymore. I'm going to be just like HIM!"
Forget raising another generation; who can compete with someone who has all the ice cream?
As we were leaving the ice cream store, we saw what looked like a bird with a broken wing on the pavement. We were worried and so we went closer to check it out. "Oh," I said in relief, "it's just two birds fighting."
My daughter remarked dismissively, "Oh, they must be brothers."
At least she'll have the ice cream.
Finally my daughter exclaimed, "Mommy! I'm not going to be a Mom when I grow up anymore. I'm going to be just like HIM!"
Forget raising another generation; who can compete with someone who has all the ice cream?
As we were leaving the ice cream store, we saw what looked like a bird with a broken wing on the pavement. We were worried and so we went closer to check it out. "Oh," I said in relief, "it's just two birds fighting."
My daughter remarked dismissively, "Oh, they must be brothers."
At least she'll have the ice cream.
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