That Makes it Fancy

I walked into our computer room to find Leo playing a game and eating a cup of Italian Ice. It was 7:00am. And I’m not old.

Me: “What’s that? Ice cream?”

Leo: “No- it’s Italian Ice.”

Me: “Where’d it come from?”

Leo: “From Grammy’s house. I hid it in the freezer a couple of weeks ago and in the middle of the night I remembered I had it.”

Me: “Why are you eating it right now? Have you even eaten breakfast?”

Leo: “No- I haven’t had breakfast. It’s okay, though.”

Me: “Is it? Since when is it okay to eat ice cream at 7:00 in the morning?”

Leo: “It’s not ice cream. It’s Italian Ice. That makes it fancy.”

Me: “Yeah? Well it’s still full of sugar so that makes it dessert.”

Leo: “It’s only a dessert if you eat it AFTER your dinner. I’m eating it BEFORE breakfast so it’s nothing. You want some?”

Me: “What? I don’t even know what you just said…”

Leo: “You want some?”

Me: “No, thank you. Put that away and eat something healthy, please.”

Leo: “It’s ’cause you’re old.”

Me: “What is?”

Leo: “That you don’t want me to eat this. Old people don’t like to eat fun stuff.”

Me: “I love to eat fun stuff- I just eat healthy foods first. And I’m not old.”

Leo: “Try this, though…it’s fancy.”

Me: “No, thanks…I don’t eat blue stuff.”

Leo: “See? Old.”

And to prove to him that I’m not old, dammit, I ate a German Chocolate cake for breakfast. It being German makes it fancy and no longer just cake.

In his face. Thanks, Germany!


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