Dad: Okay, we have two creamsicles and two chocolate milk popsicles. Who wants what? I want a creamsicle.
Kid 1: Creamsicle!
Kid 2: Creamsicle!
Me: Nothing for me thanks. (Thoughts: Man, that creamsicle sounds good… Boring, chocolate milk popsicle. Yawn. I don’t need either. The kids want the creamsicles, there are only two. I guess hubby’s getting a chocolate popsicle.)
Dad: Wait, two creamsicles and three who want it.
Me: (Thoughts: This is where he shows them big guys take care of little guys. Poor guy, I know he wants that creamsicle. Here it comes…)
Dad: Ok, rock paper scissors boys!
Me: (Thoughts: What?! How’d he think of that?! Man, I want that creamsicle!)
Dad: Sorry! Looks like Kid 1 and I won. We each get a creamsicle!
Me: (Thoughts: He’s going to eat MY creamsicle! Grrrrrrr!!)