It’s a bird…It’s a plane…No, It’s my son after eating Superman ice cream!
We attended a kiddie birthday party this weekend, which is challenging to keep up with the no-dye-in-the-boy’s-food rule. I think he ate 2 m&m’s before I whisked the bowl away from him. He drank some green punch too, but he was no more a maniac then any of the other children at the party. Sunday, however, was a different story! After a round of father and son disc golf, daddy bought the boy a superman ice cream cone. Yikes! It took us over 2 hours to put the boy to bed! He was calling himself “stupid” and saying things like “stupid boys don’t sleep.” I asked him, “what did you eat tonight?” He listed off everything but the ice cream, of course. I asked, “did you have ice cream?” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he says. “What kind of ice cream did you have?” He surprised me by responding: “the kind with all the food coloring in it.” I ventured another question, “do you think maybe you’re feeling bad and
having trouble sleeping tonight because of the dye in the ice cream?” He states defiantly, “No, it was good…and so was the kit kat!” Oh geez! (*rests forehead in palm of hands, in defeat)