Some Wednesday evenings, there is an errand or two to run. Tonight was one of those nights. I dropped my husband off at Walmart with a short list, delivered a client order, picked up my husband, and we headed to Chickfila. We ate our dinner rather quickly as time was running short and then I asked my husband if he wanted me to get him an ice cream cone.
When I got to the counter, the girl on the other side asked what she could get for me. I realized I hadn't considered what size cone Daniel wanted. He was just a few tables away, so I called over, "Did you want a large cone?" I'm sure I could have worded that better. He stalled just a moment before joining me at the counter and responding with resounding "Sure!" I handed the girl two dollars, she handed me my change and suddenly there was a HUGE ice cream cone in front of me.
I'm not joking when I say that I don't think I've ever seen a cone that tall. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "that's a big cone!"
"For a girl!" Daniel retorted.
And so I held the cone tight all the way out the door, into the van, and all the way to church....licking my dear sweet ice cream cone that was much too big. But only for a girl. My husband begged and pleaded, but you simply can't pry someone's fingers off an ice cream cone without making a huge mess. Trust me on this. I'm experienced. Apparently so is he, because he waited until we got to the church before forcing me to hand over his
To those of you who work in the children's department on Wednesday nights and take care of our children
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