We had ice cream cake for dessert tonight.
Max likes cake.
When he found out what we were going to eat, he ran around in circles for five minutes yelling “cake, cake, cake!” Five minutes. We finally cornered him and buckled him in his chair. He used a spoon until the ice cream began to melt. Then he used his hands. Then he pressed the plate to his face and licked it dry.
And then, he demanded a bath. So we hosed him off in the sink and took him upstairs to the tub.
He’s clean now, but still on a sugar high. With any luck, he’ll crash peacefully and fall asleep soon.