Teach your children well. Never miss an opportunity to teach. The most fundamental lesson? Good things get rewarded. This occured to me as we were driving the other day, the Boy in the backseat, and we pass Pinky Somebody's Ice Cream. Now, it's not really Pinky Somebody. It's Pinky ... and I don't remember what the last name is. You probably figured that out already, har Edith? Let's just call it Pinky's.
Pinky's is a shack. A pink shack. Last year the pink shack was too close to the Dairy Queen, apparently, so this year it's moved a couple of kilometers down the road to an empty space where there's a phone booth where motorists can stop to call from a car-height (like that gets a lot of use) and where in December the Lion's sell Christmas trees. Pinky's sells those tasty and off-beat ADL flavours of ice cream like Bubblegum, Rainbow and Brownies on the Moon. A Boy, you won't be surprised to hear, is very keen on their ice cream.
Me: Hey, the Pinky's ice cream has moved. Look where it is.
Boy: Hey, yeah! We should go there more this year.
Me: That's right. We only found it at the end of summer last year and we didn't get to go very often.
Boy: This year we should go lots.
Me (inspired): Well, okay, but you know that ice cream is only for boys who are good and well behaved, so you'll have to make sure that you're good and polite and do what mommy and daddy say with no back talk and without all that grade one attitude.
Boy: And keep my cute little face.
In the rear-view, I see him beaming his best smile at me.
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