Had a surprise visit at work today with an offer for ice cream.
K: Daddy, we came to get ice cream.
Me: Daddy’s not up for ice cream, why don’t you go with Mommy on the way home?
K: No, why don’t you have just a little bit of ice cream, and then you can go back to work and have fun.
I should probably get used to being overruled.
I seem to recall you were ok with fleeing B118 in the middle of class, at the first sounds of an ice cream truck…