Last night I had to swing by Walgreens to pick up a prescription, and being the good wife that I am, I hit McDonald's to grab some hot fudge sundaes for the family as well. Shey was all over having ice cream, so I put some in a bowl for him and we sat down at the kitchen table. He was having a fine time shoveling ice cream in his mouth, when he apparently bit off more than he could chew, so to speak. All of the sudden he dropped his spoon and screamed in pain. Brain Freeze! He looked horrified and shot the bowl devil eyes. I tried to explain it would go away and it did in a second or two, but he was done with the ice cream. He eyed it mistrustfully and then asked to get down.
I tried not to laugh, but really it was too cute.
3 comments:
Aw, that's so cute. I hate brain freeze, but not enough to stop me from inhaling ice cream! I wish it were that easy...
That is funny!
Brain freeze sux!
Ha! I wish something like that had happened to me when I was a kid--maybe I wouldn't be such an ice cream addict now!
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