Every parent’s worst nightmare, a child covered in a sticky substance, no baby wipes and out in public. I partly have to take the blame for this one, I never taught her how to eat ice cream from the cone…
“Do we get her a cone?” I said to Christine as we both exchanged troubled looks. We both knew neither of us brought any portable cleaning products and we still had to get some things from the shops.
We are currently on holidays in Whyalla, South Australia, where the outback meets the sea. Wendy’s gets a pretty big work out from what I have seen and for a good reason, it’s hot. But as you all know, ice cream melts when it’s hot, especially in a hands of a two year old.
Why haven’t I taught you to eat an ice cream out of the cone?!
I guess it was partly fear, of this happening. The image of a sticky mess unable to effectively clean it all up and the stained clothes, oh not the clothes!
She started with biting the bottom of the cone off. Again, troubled looks were exchanged between Christine and I. I am playing the scenario through my head, where is the toilet, did I grab enough napkins from Wendy’s?
Surprisingly, the ice cream did not drip from the bottom, just everywhere else. Her hands were covered and it was slowly dripping down the sides.
Emergency evasive action!
“Get some more napkins!”. Christine jumped from her seat and fetched some more, I tried my best to mop up the drips from the cone. I managed to get rid of all the excess ice cream just as Christine arrived with a re-supply of napkins. “Put them on her lap”, good idea I thought.
The end was near. The rainbow ice cream had been devoured and we were in the safety of the cone zone. But what about the sticky fingers you ask?
Well surprisingly, my little angel (devil) managed to keep a relatively tight schedule on finger licking which minimised the stickiness.
Well played Miss 2, well played indeed.
I guess, I didn’t need to teach her how to eat ice cream from a cone after all. Everyday I am fascinated by how much she actually knows compared to what I think she knows. Both her and sisters continue to wrap me around their fingers and everyday, I love them just that little bit more, except at 3 am. Nobody loves waking up at 3 am…
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