Tastes Like Chicken...

Monday night I was having a little one on one time with Henry, the six year old, at Brusters Ice Cream when something a little disconcerting happened. 

First of all, I was kind of bummed because I wasn't having the turtle sundae. Now, don't go thinking I mean the turtle sunday with vanilla ice cream, caramel and pecans. No sir! I mean the turtle sunday with CHOCOLATE ice cream. You have to ask for it special but they'll do it. I mean they'll do it if you ask them but I'm trying to eat less sweets so darn it I avoided it.

 And don't go being all judgey because I wasn't eating at a local joint. To my knowledge, my poor town doesn't have any local ice cream joints - at least not any that are open at eight pm.

So we are enjoying our ice cream when this happy dog comes up wearing a flashlight on his head.

Cute, huh? He was actually cooler than this because when he first walked up he was wearing the flashlight like a head lamp. 

Like a head lamp! I'm not even a dog person and I thought it was cute. 

So, I was trying to be good and avoid the ice cream temptation. I mean, not totally avoid it because while we were sitting there this happened:

Me: Can I have a bite of your ice cream?
Hank: No.

Minutes pass, the dog comes over to say hi, we talk about the moon.

Me: Now can I have a bite?
Hank: Yes, you can have the rest.

I take a bite.

He becomes pensive.

Hank: Mom, the reason I told you you could have the rest is because the dog licked the spoon.

What.A.Punk

Minions!

They'll get you every time!