Katie got her own and finished half of it before she decided to put it away for later. (Who's kid is this again? Oh yeah, she was supposed to clean toys up after our dessert... she's pretty smart. If she doesn't finish dessert, it's not time to clean up, right?) I shared with Jake. Which meant that I mostly tried to keep him from taking bites that would choke a large animal. We were down to the last two smallish bites and I had my hand situated so he wouldn't push the whole bite into his mouth. Well, he pushed and he pulled and I stayed firm. There was no way I was letting him eat that whole piece
Then he drooled. On my pants leg. And I let go of the ice cream bar. Because cold, chocolaty drool is gross.
Before I could reach for a wipey to clean off my pants (gross), the bite was down and gone. And Jake was smiling.
Oh, and Katie has a thing for chapstick. She neeeeeeeds it because her lip hurts (it's chapped under her bottom lip) and when she applies chapstick, she usually applies just a bit too much. Last night was one of those times. I had just gotten over being out-drooled by the boy when I looked over and saw that the lower part of Katie's face, nose down to chin, was very shiny. Very shiny. Like, glowing shiny when the light hit her face just right. I figured out it was the chapstick and I laughed so hard I was tearing up and holding my sides. And since chapstick is so long lasting, I kept laughing for the next hour or so before it wore off.
We blamed the laughter on Jake being so funny earlier (the ice cream incident) because we didn't want her to 1) do it again, and again, and again because it made us laugh the first time or 2) feel bad because we were laughing at her.
Oh, and Katie told lots of jokes last night. There was a reoccuring theme... "You know what's funny mommy? Glasses (and after glasses, just substitute whatever else you might see laying around the house)... in WATER!" then lots of laughter from her, and from me because she was so cute (even if her jokes could use a little work). She listed a lot of funny things... in WATER. Strange? Um, yes. But she cracked up so much over it that I couldn't help but laugh.
Our night. In a nutshell.
And I've spared you the story of Katie's excessive crying because she left Mr. Bear at the lake this weekend and was so saaaaaaad that he wasn't here. And her crying because I made her stay in her room after bedtime. Oh, and I won't mention the 9:30 p.m. request for more pizza because she was staaaaaarving. Or the 10 minutes we spent downstairs after she found the bin of toys and decided she neeeeeeded all of the soft toys to cuddle and could choose one, which resulted in... yes, you guessed it, more tears when she could only choose one soft toy. And finally, some more crying about Mr. Bear before she finally fell asleep... with all of the soft toys (the 10 she already had in her room) set around her in bed.
And finally silence. (Finally!)