When there is even the slightest possibility of ice cream in the immediate future, the FYO becomes obsessed.
When can I have my ice cream? Is it vanilla? I WANTED vanilla!!! Is it vanilla? When can I have it?
Opening the freezer door: I'm just looking at my ice cream.
Taking the pint out of the freezer: I'm just getting it ready.
Then there's last night's plan: I don't want any chocolate sauce on my vanilla ice cream.
WHAAAA? No CHOCOLATE sauce?
No.
Who ARE you?
I'm [FYO's full name].
You simply CANNOT really be a member of this family if you don't want chocolate sauce on your ice cream.
When the time finally arrives, we all sit down with our little sundays, BioMom and I pouring the chocolate sauce over the, unfortunately, low-fat yogurt that we're eating instead of the lovely full-fat vanilla that the FYO is consuming.
OH-KAY. . . I'll TRY the chocolate sauce. . .
WHAAA? A change of mind?
Yeah. . . I'll TRY it, I said!
I pour it over half of her sunday and she tastes. . .
Teasing: Do you SEE now how WRONG you were????
Giggling: TOTALLY. I was TOTALLY WRONG!!!
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