We get to DQ and the 4 year old sees someone with a dipped cone. I know she shouldn't have a dipped cone. She knew she shouldn't have a dipped cone. But I think she figured out quickly I wasn't going to say no, so she got a cherry dipped cone. I got her 2 year old brother a small dish of ice cream.
When I returned to the table with the dipped cone and small dish of ice cream, the 2 year old pointed at the cone and grunted "tha tha tha" which I think meant he wanted one too. He then proceeded to turn around, put his head on the bench and started to cry. So given the two points made above, I quickly went to the counter and ordered a second dipped cone.
When I returned to the table with the cone, the 2 year old pointed at it and screamed "NOOOOOOOO". I looked at the 4 year old (she translates for me) and she informed me she had given him a taste while I was away and he doesn't like it. So I had a blizzard and dipped cone while the 2 year old ate his dish of ice cream and the 4 year old ate her cone.
It was fun. Don't ever send your kids to me for discipline.