My youngest daughter had her wisdom teeth removed on Monday, and man, am I ever jealous. All that ice cream! And jello! And ice cream!
Did I mention ice cream?
The cold stuff makes her mouth feel better, so I’ve been serving it up with gusto. What gets me is that she has started complaining about being—can you even believe it?—tired of ice cream. Is that even possible?
I rank ice cream almost as high on my WOO-HOO scale as dark chocolate Peanut M&Ms. My fave flavor is coffee, but I don’t turn my nose up at butter pecan or strawberry (or chocolate, pistachio, or raspberry truffle.) And I definitely do not recall ever speaking aloud the statement, “I am sick of ice cream.” If those words ever leave my mouth you will know my body has been taken over by aliens. Silly, silly, aliens who do not know what is good for them.
Ice cream is a near perfect food. Just think of all that vitamin D and calcium! And if you eat blueberry or strawberry ice cream, that counts as a fruit serving! Calories? Pah! The second you stick a spoon into a scoop of ice cream all the calories escape up, up, up and away through that pesky hole in the ozone. Everyone knows that.
Since my daughter has decreed herself tired of ice cream, I suppose I’ll have to eat the leftovers. Why risk insulting Ben and Jerry? Or Edy? Or Mr. Mayfield? Such an affront would be tragic. No, I’ll take one for the home team and make sure there are no half-eaten boxes of ice cream usurping freezer space.
My motherly sacrifices just continue to multiply, don’t they?