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Tuesday – Labor Day
Sep. 8th, 2009 01:30 pm.
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I realized yesterday that while seeing your child's lips turn blue is generally supposed to be a scary thing, it's not so bad when the culprit is the blue dye in an ice cream bar shaped like Batman's head. My son wanted to eat Sponge Bob Squarepants, but the guy manning the ice cream cart in front of the Houston Zoo was all out of Sponge Bobs, so Sweet Pea settled on eating Batman, instead. We had stayed until closing and I was facing the prospect of remembering where I'd parked my car when we passed the ice cream cart, operated by a man who looked and talked like a carney, except that he had better teeth.
"I'm hungry," Sweet Pea said as we walked toward the parking lot.
He had just eaten a big slice of pizza inside the zoo half an hour before, but he'd also had a very busy day. "We'll stop and find something to eat after we get in the car," I told him.
"Look," he said, pointing toward the ice cream cart, "There's ice cream. Ice cream is something you can eat." His tone was so logical and his face was so earnest that I melted like a Popsicle in the hot Houston sun. Besides, I figured waiting for him to finish eating the ice cream would give the parking lot time to empty out and increase my chances of finding my car.
( Hey! Whose hiding the elephants?! )
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I realized yesterday that while seeing your child's lips turn blue is generally supposed to be a scary thing, it's not so bad when the culprit is the blue dye in an ice cream bar shaped like Batman's head. My son wanted to eat Sponge Bob Squarepants, but the guy manning the ice cream cart in front of the Houston Zoo was all out of Sponge Bobs, so Sweet Pea settled on eating Batman, instead. We had stayed until closing and I was facing the prospect of remembering where I'd parked my car when we passed the ice cream cart, operated by a man who looked and talked like a carney, except that he had better teeth.
"I'm hungry," Sweet Pea said as we walked toward the parking lot.
He had just eaten a big slice of pizza inside the zoo half an hour before, but he'd also had a very busy day. "We'll stop and find something to eat after we get in the car," I told him.
"Look," he said, pointing toward the ice cream cart, "There's ice cream. Ice cream is something you can eat." His tone was so logical and his face was so earnest that I melted like a Popsicle in the hot Houston sun. Besides, I figured waiting for him to finish eating the ice cream would give the parking lot time to empty out and increase my chances of finding my car.
( Hey! Whose hiding the elephants?! )
