MISS BECCA

Tonight was the hard training night, not just for Ron and I but for the kids as well. They have to sit by the track for a good hour with not a lot to do but watch some lacrosse practice. So after we managed to get our work-out in, complete with potty breaks, skinned knees (Becca's) and tears we decided it was an ice-cream night. We stopped at Sonic-which we really missed in MI and Ron ordered for all of us. He decided to get the kids ice-cream cones. The entire time he was trying to order Becca was crying very loudly from the back seat about her owie not getting any better. Then she heard Ron say, "I will also have 2 very small kiddie vanilla cones" she got a big grin on her face and said, "kiddie cones??? I like Kiddie cones." I was a little surprised, we get ice-cream a little bit more than we should and I didn't think she liked it that much to over come her tears. So we got our order and Becca kept saying "that's not my cone" over and over, I had no patience left and said "this is all your getting, take it or I am eating it." She looked at it and then me and said, "it doesn't have kitties on it, it needs kitties on it" Great, how am I supposed to explain the difference between kiddie and kitty when they sound basically the same, I will let you imagine the explanation and the complete confusion on her face. We ended by deciding that Sonic just didn't have kitty cones tonight, maybe some other time. WHAT NEXT!