If we stopped the car every time one of the kids requested an ice cream break we would never make it anywhere, because we wouldn’t fit into the car anymore due to all the ice cream we would constantly be filling our faces with.

We used to be VERY firm on what we would allow when it came to food (umm…and admittedly other things, but that is better touched on another time..) due to our own fears and childhood issues.

*Our generation, raised in the 80’s and 90’s was brought up on some of the worst convenience foods known to man. Speaking for my husband and myself anyway, I believe nearly everything we were fed was very very convenient.

When it comes to feeding out kids and teaching them about their own food choices, we do our best.

We used to do our very best. It was….not as much fun as you might think.

In the past year and a half we have loosened up, quite a bit….but not entirely, follow?

We would have GASPED at the thought of ice cream near our kids mouths a couple of years ago but now….no….it’s…ugh….it’s ok. It’s not a regular thing, but regular enough to keep them moderately happy.

Isn’t that what parenting is all about after all? keeping your kids moderately happy?

Anyway on this, the hottest day of the summer (or so it felt on our 6 hour drive home from camping) we heard their pleas for a cold treat and pulled over. Found the cutest ice cream/antique shop in a town of only two streets (I wish I took note of the name, but I did not) and plunked down with some treats.

Great parents. Winning the game. They adored us. Heros. The day was perfect.

Now if we could just recreate perfection everyday from here on out…we would be make believe and everyone would hate us.

Don’t worry, it is safe to like us still.