I don't crave sweets often these days, but there was something about the warm weather the past few days that made me drool over this creamy, cool treat.
So it was really disappointing to open the freezer and find nearly the entire pint empty. I had stolen one tiny spoonful earlier, just one. It was bitter dissaponent at its worst. My drooling tastebuds started to cry, my brain struggled to comprehend to cruel state it found itself in. (First world problems, hu?)
Hell really hath no fury like an Amy deprived of her ice cream. Especially when the ice cream thief, a 13-year-old with a stong propensity for deceit, completely denies eating Amy's ice cream despite having a suspicious, solo spoon in her room. There were other telltale signs.
So I took lots of deep breaths while silently repeating a mommy mantra: "It is just ice cream, and kids do lie" I recited. Lie when caught red handed, when 13 my rational mind wondered.
I suppose that doubt lingered because when Mike suggested we teach Rose how it feels to be lied to, I got kinda giddy. He wanted to teach not through a lecture but through a Heathcliff Huxstable moment. I went from giddy to ecstatic.
Rose has Lindt truffles she gets every day she organizes her school work and gets signatures. Mike suggested we hide all but a few of them, then put the bag back for her to discover. Yes! And let's leave a few wrappers on the counter so when she gets up today she will see them and we can claim ignorance.
I know, so goofy. Kinda petty. Is this just about ice cream? No, it's about teaching a lesson. Right? Today she noticed the wrappers but only asked mike about it, not me.
Tomorrow she'll get her reward and hopefully notice! I'm dying to see what happens. This could be creative parenting or it could be insanity, or both.
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