Tonight we opted for a rather unconventional dinner; we piled the kids in the car and went out for ice cream. On the way home, we commented to the kids ever so modestly that not everyone gets ice cream for dinner, and they evidently have the best parents in the world.
My 8-year-old son piped up from the back seat with an indignant, "No we don’t."
"Oh yeah?" my husband responded. "So who does?"
"I don’t know," my son said with utter confidence and maybe a hint of disdain, "but not us."