It was wickedly hot last weekend and my youngster wanted some ice cream.
I knew I had some in the freezer, but I couldn’t find it.
I was going to give him a popsicle, but he didn’t want the popsicle. He kept saying it was too hot. We had the air conditioning turned on, but he wasn’t happy with that. I told him to show me what he wanted and he pointed to the ceiling. He wanted the ceiling fan on. I hadn’t realized the fan had been turned off. Once the fan came on, he was his normal smiling self again. About an hour later, he asked for ice cream again and I told him I didn’t have any. This brought on a frenzy of screaming which had me so upset, I put him in time out. I was not going to put up with a temper tantrum because he couldn’t have his own way. We had a chat about his temper tantrum and he kissed me on the cheek. Five minutes later, he asked for ice cream again. I stood in front of the air conditioner and I screamed. I was hoping he was thinking I was just being funny and he would laugh. Instead he cried even harder and kept yelling ice cream. Again, I had to put him in time out. I called my husband and he told me it was in the refrigerator freezer. Our son was now playing in front of the air conditioning unit and I saw cream all over him. He had taken the ice cream from the freezer and it had melted all over the floor when he hid it behind the chair.