So, naturally again, he ran to the kitchen silverware drawer, pulled out a spoon, and started demanding ice cream. We told him no, he cannot have ice cream when he is supposed to be in bed and after we had brushed his teeth, and we told him he could have ice cream tomorrow. Just not tonight.
He sadly shuffled into his room, holding tight to that spoon, and said, "Okaaaaaay." Very pouty. And very cute.
Fast forward to this morning...my husband had to get up early to go out of town for the day for work. And wouldn't you know it, our son woke up at 6:30 am, shuffled back into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, barely awake, his hair stuck up from sleep, still carrying that spoon, and looks at my husband through sleepy eyes and says, "I keen. I want my i keen."
How could we say no to that? So, Max had vanilla ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes, you just gotta give in to the cuteness.