Happiness Defined

Mila worships to the gods of ice cream. I know exactly how she feels given that I also think ice cream is the greatest of all of the food groups. The difference between us is that I'm more of a summer ice cream person, unless we're talking milkshakes. Every day is a great day for a milkshake. Regardless, Mila asks for ice cream ALL. THE. TIME. It can be snowing and -20° and it doesn't matter; she wants ice cream.

Lucky for me and my checking account balance, most of the ice cream places near us close during the winter. In fact, Mila's favorite place STILL hasn't opened for the season. It has been a very long six-ish months of her asking to stop there and me informing her that they're closed. Because it's winter. I know you still like ice cream even in the winter. Yep, they're still closed. THEY ARE CLOSED, KID. I CAN'T CHANGE IT.

We had that fight today. We were on our way to grab Alexis from track and Mila was all I NEED ICE CREAM NOW. I kindly informed her that the place is closed, but good news! I think they open this weekend! Stop being a pain in my butt and I'll consider taking you there!

I maybe didn't say those exact words, but it was pretty darn close.

As usual, Mila wasn't interested in being distracted from her rant. She kept complaining about them being closed and how ice cream is delicious even when it's cold outside and blah, blah, blah.

Her final argument for why ice cream places neeeeeeed to be open year round? "MOM, WE NEED HAPPINESS IN THE WINTER AND ICE CREAM *IS* HAPPINESS."

I can't say I disagree.