Oops. The gig is up, and I know it. My hand stops in midair on its way to the ice cream carton in the freezer, as I hear what has to be my 12-year-old son stomping up behind me.
Son: Mom, what are you doing?
Me: Um…getting a bite of ice cream?
Son: You don’t even like ice cream.
Me: Well, no, but I do like sugar, and today I’m not feeling too picky.
At this point, my son switches tactics and begins to plead.
Son: But MOM…I was SAVING that.
Me: Saving it? For what?
Son: A snack.
My son defines this as a snack. Folks, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, and I agree.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, the Prosecution rests its case.
(For background information on this case, please refer to The Ice Cream Wars, Part 1 here.)
Now for the FINE PRINT (A Must Read):
Son’s rebuttal: Said son wishes it duly noted that this is not a photo of the actual ice cream carton in question, and on these grounds, he vehemently disputes the amount of ice cream left in the carton when he called it a snack.
Mom’s response: Is it my fault that the specific carton mentioned disappeared from the freezer at warp speed, before I could get a picture? How convenient.
You’re the jury. You decide.
To be continued…