After a long, long nap we all bundled up in our raingear and headed out for the 2nd Annual New Family Tradition Chinese Christmas Dinner. The restaurant (complete with life size replicas of the Terracotta Warriors) that we went to was packed but we were able to get a seat in short order and dove right in to the buffet.
Food was good, Ava did great as always, we ate a lot…yadda, yadda, yadda.
As y’all now know, Ava isn’t much on sweets. We don’t really keep many in the house since I have no innate willpower and it’s rare that we ever eat dessert at a restaurant. Well, unless there’s a soft serve ice cream machine anywhere around J. He’s like an addict when confronted with soft serve – gotta get his fix. Me? I don’t really like ice cream (I know, sacrilege) so I’ll have it about once a year, if that.
We’ve (mostly J) offered it to her in the past and she would usually take one bite, make a face, and spit it out before refusing to try it again.
So – what was up with this kid? Everybody (except me) likes ice cream, right? So what were we missing?
Ahem. Sprinkles, obviously.
Apparently sprinkles make the difference. J dished it up and she, well – you can see for yourself.
(Bad picture quality courtesy of my iPhone in a dark restaurant but the cuteness still shows, I think.)
As you can tell, she’s now gone to the dark side of soft serve-itude and J has a co-dependent to assist in supporting the ice cream habit. And boy, was she screaming for (more) ice cream once that bowl was gone. Kudos to Daddy for saying no and distracting her with a trip to an as yet unvisited potty before our mad dash out into the rain once again.
A quick change out of soaking clothes and into new pajamas, courtesy of our friend, and she was back to the drawing board as soon as we got home.
So glad Christmas is finally over. Oh wait, it’s not. There’s still more. Visit to my family (and more gifts!) coming up in the next installments.