Tuesday, September 21, 2010

twice the ice




it's a story funny enough to share again.

big c, my precious, caring, snaggle toothed first born, is a bit of a.... well.... hard ass.

i don't know where she gets this.

i have no need to be a hard ass, because i've simply never been wrong.  about anything. ever.

well, maybe once.

shut up, dad.

we moved to milton in july. they didn't deliver any of our household goods for two weeks.  we ate out.  a lot. and we slept on air mattresses.  it was awesome.

since there's not much in the way of restaurants and stores in milton, as i've told you, we ventured into pace, the neighboring town with a wal-mart AND a target.

driving into pace a couple times a day for several weeks, we passed a stand in a liquor store parking lot called "twice the ice".

big c: "can we go there sometime? i just realllllly want a snow cone."

me (or the aviator): "that's not a snow cone stand, it's an ice machine."

big c: "no it's not. it's a snow cone stand. i went to one in texas. plllllleeeeaaase."

us: "i promise it's an ice machine. see, there's nobody working there. there's never any cars, or kids, or snow cones.  because it's not a snow cone stand."

big c: "yeah huh. i promise, mommy.  it really really is snow cones.  can we go?"


this went on for weeks. seriously.

then one day she took a stand and told us we were WRONG.  she had that sass in her voice that cuts you to the core.  makes your skin crawl. on the verge of defiant, but only because she felt so strongly that she was right.

i mean, who does that?

the aviator asked big c if  she was willing to risk her dessert on a "twice the ice".

she gladly agreed.  with a smug look on her face.  ready to show us how stupid we had been all along.

she brought her own money.  and enough to buy one for little c because she was so happy to FINALLY be going.

as we pulled into the parking lot on that hot hot summer day, it started to come together.

where were all the kids?  the grown-ups?  the workers?  the flavors?




how can this be happening?




she still got out to read the "menu".  the choices were water or ice.

(man, i wish we would've had the camera with us because these phone pics don't do the situation justice. )



oh, the horror.

the agony of knowing you were wrong and tonight's dessert is going to suck... all coming together in one perfect second.

captured with a click of the phone.  and embedded in our memories forever.

at this point, because we're horrible parents that have no compassion for our humiliated child,we made her stick her $1.75 in the machine and take home her 16 pound bag of i told you so.




little c was tickled pink at the idea of so much dessert.  he couldn't understand why big c was so upset.

pretty much - don't mess with mama.

she's never been wrong.

the end.

- dimply stacy

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