After our meager Family Home Evening tonight,
I told the Little Nies I would take them to get ice cream.
(Also: Mr. Nielson is at the ranch).
Well for one thing, we couldn't agree on where
wanted to go get ice cream and that caused contention.
Then I finally made an executive decision and probably chose
this slowest busiest place in Provo.
We persisted and waited- but the boys were losing it.
You know how little boys are; It starts with one small punch,
then a few slaps, then before you know it there is
pinching and scratching followed by tears.
Just as I stood up to the line to order our ice cream,
my boys were wrestling each other in line.
I got up to the cashier turned around looked boys, and turned back
to the young cashier and said "Thank you, but I think I'm going to go home now".
Five very unhappy children followed me out and in tears.
As I tucked each child into bed,
I told them all how much I loved them and then
told them we could try getting ice cream again tomorrow.
Sometimes I hate "sticking to my guns",
because I really REALLY wanted/needed that Oreo malt tonight.