My Son’s Soft Serve Ice Cream Shoppe In The Potty

2 years, 5 months.

Dear Jack,

Mommy and I recently bought you a 3-pack of Play-Doh that looks like Neapolitan chocolate chip ice cream.

After you experimented with it for a little while, transforming your plastic horsey into a dinosaur, and using the brown Play-Doh as mud that your monster trucks drive over and “got stuck” in, you eventually wandered off into the bathroom.

I was curious as to what was going on in there, but I gave you a few minutes of privacy.

Then you called for me…

As soon as I opened the door, you announced, “Hey Daddy, I make snacks for the kids!”

My favorite part about that moment wasn’t even the fact that your potty bowl was being used as the serving tray for the Play-Doh “ice cream” for young consumers.

Instead, it was that you assumed the role of the adult, and you assumed that “the kids,” who evidently are other kids your age, look forward to the glorious (and sanitary) ice cream treats you have waiting for them in the bathroom.

I try to picture a dozen 2 year-olds lining up at our front door, eager to get a taste of the delicious soft serve ice cream you serve from your potty.

You were so proud.

In your mind, you were quite the heroic adult.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

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