Oh Mama! I could have written this exact same post Tuesday night except they were Concretes from Burger-Fi not Blizzards.

My son had been to Karate and our agreement was if he shared the ice cream with me he could have one. Ice cream came out he took first bite of Dad’s then took his first bite of ours and when my spoon reached in he looked me dead in the eye and with only the sass a spoiled child could muster he grunts “Don’t. Eat. My. Ice cream!” I still had the lid in my hand and I slapped it back on top and said “Excuse me?!” He used his arms to block the ice cream and said “You heard me, I changed my mind I am not sharing with you it MY ice cream” hearing that was like a switch flipped in my head and my head was still on the now recovered ice cream. I grabbed it from between his arms and said “What do you know I can change my mind too! No ice cream for you, deal was you could have ice cream if we shared. You changed your mind and decided not to share so I’ve changed mine and you’re not allowed to have it!” It stayed on the table while my husband finished his and he kept asking if we shared could he have it back and I stood my ground. When my husband had finally finished and Son and I were done talking about it all. He seemed to smirk when I said I was taking the ice cream home and said “Oh great I’ll just eat it tomorrow, but I’m still not sharing” I threw it right in the garbage. He stood their shocked Pikachu thinking their was no way he wasn’t actually getting the ice cream.

It doesn’t always feel good to have to parent through the really shorty situations but I also think my kids knows I don’t fuck around and my words are always honest. He has been toying with this “I changed my mind” which is really his way of saying “I lied and said what I needed to in the moment to get what I wanted.”