London, Ontario, August 2006 [Click to dig in]
Our children, bless them, have embraced the bone-chilling weather that we've been experiencing of late. When you wake up in the morning to frenzied radio announcers talking about the dangerous wind chill, it's easy to feel bummed about the whole living-in-a-wintry-climate thing. But then you wander into the kids' rooms and find them eagerly looking out the window, bouncing up and down as they count the minutes until they can go outside and enjoy the frozen landscape.
It's inspiring, actually, all the more so because I'm really not a morning person.
So when they ask for ice cream, it's easy to forgive their apparent seasonal disconnect. Little man's logic is rather sound:
Noah: Dad, can we please eat some ice cream?Thanks to our children's wisdom, we went to the local Loblaws and bought President's Choice Cookies & Cream ice cream. It is, in a word, delicious. I would have it for breakfast if I could. (Wait, I did!)
Me: But it's minus a bazillion degrees outside. Wouldn't you rather have something warm?
Noah: It's only cold outside the house, not inside.
Me: Makes sense to me. I'll get two spoons, then.
In the end, I know it looks odd to the outsider. But on a cold weekend's afternoon, this very simple decision made our children happy. And I'm sure they'll long remember us allowing them to have ice cream when the temperature outside suggested a somewhat more sober dining choice. Sometimes, the obvious parental choice need not be the most conventional one.
Your turn: Kids, their strange culinary choices, and the parents who allow it to happen. Please discuss.
About the picture: This is a closeup of grape ice cream (seriously!) that I captured last summer. It comes from a delightfully independent local ice cream maker, and reinforces my belief that the franchised chains haven't totally killed off homegrown uniqueness and spunk.