ice keem

Tonight we stopped by Baskin Robbins on the way home. (They're doing 3 scoops for the price of two right now and we couldn't resist.) RC knows what the store is for. We drove up and she got all excited, "ice keem," she says. We told her we were, in fact, getting ice cream. Unfortunately, none of our normal spots were open.

We drove around the back to an area where she could no longer see the store. From the back, we hear, "ice keem?" in the tiniest little voice with a touch of quiver in it. She sounded like she was only moments from disappointed tears.

Confused, we reassure her that we just have to park and we'll go get some ice cream. We park. We walk back to the store. We go in. We order. We sit.

With pure toddler glee, she says "waKer." We got her her typical free cup of water and she was just thrilled. She ate her 2-3 bites of ice cream (hence the confusion at her disappointment). She dumped her water. We left.

I had no idea that a cup of water was that exciting, but I guess she told me.