“Dad, would you cancel Thanksgiving?”, my son responded brilliantly to my serious-sounding question.
I had just antagonistically asked him, “We don’t need to go to Twistee Treat today. I mean, we can skip one Monday. It’s no big deal, right? What’s one Monday?”
Five years ago, I spontaneously suggested to our son, as we were leaving his school, that we stop by Twistee Treat on the way home. “Let’s get some ice cream and celebrate a great week and kick off a great weekend ahead.”
What child turns down ice cream, right? The very next Friday, as we where leaving his school, he asked, “Are we getting ice cream?” We all know how this turned out.
Every Friday, for more than a year, was Twistee Treat day.
Until one casual Monday, when I said, “Why don’t we go to Twistee Treat and celebrate the great weekend we just had and kick off the week ahead?”
So here we are, five years later. Do you think he’ll have trouble recalling ice cream with his Dad? I mean, for as long as he lives?
