Nobody at daycare ever lets Mila eat any food at all, or so she claims. Despite the fact that her lunch box is returned home each night empty, the kid climbs into the car at the end of the day and immediately begins seeking food. It's as if she hasn't seen a crumb in days, which I know is a lie.
Oh well.
It's best to just toss some crackers or something over my shoulder.
Today, though, I didn't have any snacks in the car. That's a risky way to go through life, but in theory we should be able to co-exist for 15 minutes until we get home. I opted to try distracting the hungry, hungry hippo with some music. I turned up the radio, found Mila's favorite song on my phone, and started the dance party.
"Watch Me Now" by Silento, by the way. That's her favorite song. Still. A year after I first was done hearing that song. If Mila ever questions if I love her, that will be my retort. I LISTED TO SILENTO FOR A SOLID YEAR FOR YOU, CHILD.
The distraction worked. Mila began whipping and naeing (I'm not kidding, for what it's worth. See also: BLAME ALEXIS.). She happily sang a word here and there at the top of her lungs and we made our way to get the big sister who owes me so hard for letting Mila hear that song in the first place.
As we neared Alexis' after school program, Mila had an idea. She told me all about it. "Mom, do you want some ice cream?"
That's some sort of trick question, right? The answer is absolutely always yes. ALWAYS. I replied, "Maybe after dinner."
"No, you need ice cream now," she replied.
"I think I can wait," I replied.
A few minutes went by. Mila returned to singing while looking out the window, but then suddenly she pointed and yelled, "Look! There's ice cream! Let's go get your ice cream!"
It's a really good thing I'm not completely stupid or I would have fallen for my 2-year old tricking me into making ice cream my idea when she was the one who really wanted it.
