Our little dancing machine
Note to self (and/or note to husband...achem):
It is never a good idea to give your toddler a Dilly Bar. Do not attempt this unless the desired reaction upon then taking it away from THE BABY is a full-blown epic melt down.
I do not wish to embelish on this topic as it has scarred me permanantly I'm certain. This might be due to the fact that I was not the parent who gave him the best tasting thing he's eaten in his life, yet had to be the crulest mom of the century and take the chocolate mass away from the little one-and yes, it was nearly as big as his head and a ridiculous thought to even have him taste it LET ALONE HOLD IT AND EAT NEARLY THE ENTIRE THING.
I really do wish I would have had tape rolling. It was a pretty strong performance from a boy of such a young age. He looked possessed with all that icecream and chocolate melted down his face and body and had such a strong hold I had to PRY BOTH of his grimy little digits off the darn thing. Skip forward about two seconds and I had no other choice but to break the law and chuck the damn thing straight out the window. Terrible but true story.
On a positive note, the Deschutes was great. We read, drank wine, played backgammon and relaxed. It snowed down there so that wasn't choice, but we got outside to play catch and hang at the firepit anyway.
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