The Snowcone Incident

Derick was home yesterday so we decided to take advantage of this and the warm weather and take the boys to the zoo. We had a nice time, Adam seemed to enjoy the animals and I would get a kick out of seeing him point to all of them. He points with his wrist, it's cute. Anyway, I think Jacob found it a little monotonous since we have been there in the past and once we got past the giraffe (at the beginning) he quickly lost interest. He saw a couple of boys with a snow cone and had been wanting one so we told him he could have one after we had gone through the childrens zoo, so afterwards he found a refreshment stand with a big snowcone picture and he is so excited waiting to order it, we wait and he orders and is told they have no snowcones there. He starts to freak....I mean, how hard could it have been to reach up couple of inches and take that tasty looking sign down? Anyway, he goes through all the stages of grief..shock, denial, anger, finally complete sobbing as we are leaving the park. I spot an ice cream vending machine...things are starting to look up, shove dollars in slot, slot shoves dollars back...more sobbing. By this time his face is blotchy and he is doing that gasping thing for crying so long. We get towards the exit and Derick spots a cafe and we head that way. Hallelujah! We have found snowcones! Pure joy....the kid was so excited over his "rainbow snowcone" he could barely contain himself. Of course, the red is his favorite and he tells us this many times. We can have a bite, just not the red side. So we see the aquarium near the exit and decide to duck in there so in we go, Jacob in the wagon with his beloved snow cone, Adam was sound asleep and it was dark as night in there. After a bit, Jacob climbs out of the wagon against my good advice to stay put and he and snowcone begin looking at fish, then fish get boring and he starts running around a little bit, then he trips on the carpet and snowcone hits the floor! OH NO! More sobbing and screaming....and begs for more snow cone. I wasn't about to dish out another 2.50 on a hunk of colored ice so I picked it up off the floor, brushed it off, and gave it back to him, but NO, he didn't want it, not because it had been on the floor but because the entire red part was now melting on the floor....it was so sad. He finally got over it and finished it and was still a little blue around the mouth this morning, but we shall never forget the snow cone incident.