Picky

L and I have a deal:  if she eats all of her lunch, she gets ice cream.  Not just any ice cream, mind you, but her favorite ice cream:  chocolate.  So, today she ate her entire lunch.  However, we were running a bit late and so I needed to take E upstairs for a nap.  I told L we'd have ice cream "later," which produced a massive screaming fit of hysteria that it wasn't happening "NOW!"  We had an appointment after nap time to get an oil change, so I promised her we'd get ice cream while the car was getting fixed.  That seemed to appease her.  After her nap, we drove to the shop, dropped off the car, and walked over to Wendy's (the closest place that had "ice cream" for fairly cheap).  She pointed at what she wanted (chocolate frosty), I ordered for her, ordered myself a caramel apple frosty (it was so-so), and paid.  L happily chose a table in the restaurant, got herself a spoon and straw, and proceeded to take one bite of her frosty.  ONE.  FREAKING.  BITE.  She then announced "this not ice cream, I no eat."  WTF CHILD, COULDN'T YOU HAVE TOLD ME THIS BEFORE I ORDERED AND PAID FOR IT?!???  Cue Mommy now telling her "this is special ice cream, and it's chocolate!  just like you wanted!"  Nope, no way, she wouldn't budge on it.  Fine.  I took her frosty and started eating it, telling her how wonderful it was.  She got interested in mine, took it, took a bite, and said "this ice cream good!  I eat yours."  *headdesk*  Well, at least she was happy and got her ice cream.

Note to husband:  please do not get the really good ice cream for our house anymore - we are raising ice cream snobs!