On this one rare occasion, we allowed Spud to eat her small cup of chocolate ice-cream as she sat at the back of the car, in the comfort and safety of her car seat, while the car was still in motion.
As Spud was happily eating away , thrilled that she had the ice-cream all to herself while ignoring her little brother’s little whines as he gave her his deathly stare and eyeing her treat rather unhappily, we suddenly heard this:
“Papa. Why you do that? How will I eat?”
I have been busy yakking with Silver Bullet until then and had missed that little commotion. Boy! The little lady sounded annoyed.As it turned out, Silver Bullet had hit a bump on the road. And so, because of the bump, she had been unable to spoon the ice-cream into her mouth properly!
We laughed, Silver Bullet apologized , told her he’d be careful and went on our merry way. We shook our heads and grinned our little grins; still can’t quite believe the words that were uttered and the tone that came with it.
What a kid.
There were no more bumpy encounters and she finished her ice-cream in no time at all; of course complete with a little mess on her face and shirt. She then fell asleep soon after giving me her empty ice-cream cup. And just like we had expected, the cheeky monkey woke up from her nap screaming her head off.