One of our favorite things about Dickey's BBQ, here in Texas, is the free ice cream. That, and of course, Kids Eat Free Wednesdays and Sundays (as proclaimed by the sign hanging in the restaurant, which Mason read at least 10 times yesterday).
After several other attempts to eat at over-crowded restaurants after church yesterday, we landed our little tooshies in a booth at Dickey's and settled in for a good ol' lunch of Texas Beef Brisket. The boys chowed down on the Dino chicken nuggets, sausage and mac-n-cheese; while Martin and enjoyed our beef brisket, along with Martin's favorite- free reign on the condiment bar that includes pepperoncinis, pickles and spicy bbq sauce to your heart's content.
We decided that the boys had killed a healthy enough portion of their lunch, so Martin and I caved, and filled small white styrofoam cups with the delectable, creamy ice cream treat. This also made me cave, and get some for myself. While we watched and laughed at Daddy's (Martin's) forehead sweating from the spicy bbq sauce; we also watched in horror as Coen explored the world of ice cream by shoveling in a huge adult size spoonful of ice cream, right into his tiny little mouth. We were all shouting, "Brain freeze! No, no! Brain Freeze!", but how does one explain brain freeze to a 2 1/2 year old? There is, I guess, no explaining, and we watched (and truthfully, yes- LAUGHED) as the bewilderment crossed his face, and then, in true mommy form, I threw my napkin out to catch the ice cream that quickly left his little mouth. We tried to explain that you have to take LITTLE bites of ice cream, not big ones. But don't we all really just want to gobble down a big bite?
I guess that Brain Freeze is something you have to learn to avoid from trial and error.
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