It's All in Good Humor

Xavier, our resident non-milk drinker, enjoys a cool treat in the evenings with his Gramma and Daddy. Our freezers (yes, that's plural) are stocked with a variety of Good Humor frozen dairy delectables and novelties, and on this particular Thursday evening in June, Xavier was mutilating a chocolate dipped vanilla ice cream bar.

Since Xavier can not be coaxed or bribed into drinking milk, whether plain, chocolate, or strawberry, my mother's brain tells me the extra fat and calories would do his bone-skinny frame a little good. Unfortunately, his pediatrician believes otherwise, and I got the raised eyebrow combined with "probably not a good idea" counsel from the good doctor. My reaction to that is whatever, it takes 12 pounds of milk to make a gallon of ice cream and my boy needs milk! (I can hear you laughing, Ang Barker.) I cannot hide my shame any longer. I fully admit I have morphed into one of those parents who adhere to the Bill Cosby style of parenting, which is premised on permitting and even encouraging your child to consume chocolate cake for breakfast because it has eggs, milk, and flour in it. All I need now is the funky red and black swirled sweater and I will be a card carrying member.




Blue Steel





June 25, 2009