There are few greater joys in childhood than when your parents announce the family will be going out for ice cream that night. Immediately, visions of combinations of flavors and toppings flood your head like sugarplums on a sleepy Christmas Eve. Oh, the wondrous, endless possibilities. You dream of multiple scoops with multiple sauces, topped with whipped cream and a cherry. You even venture to imagine what it would be like to order and consume the Stanley Cup of ice cream sundaes: The Jim Dandy.
Five scoops of ice cream, marshmallow, strawberry, and chocolate topping, walnuts, bananas, sprinkles and whipped cream served in a massive goblet. A confectionery paradise that my siblings and I would clamor for any time my dad would agree to take us to Friendly's. We'd pile in the back of the car - four of us crammed in, dreaming of Jim Dandy's frozen goodness, vocalizing our wishes.
"YOU"RE NOT GETTIN' A F*CKING JIM DANDY."My dad had the ability to go from zero to maniac in less than six seconds. More like three. That's how little time it took him to crush our chilled dreams and dash our ice cream spirits.
"IT'S TOO MUCH. YOU'LL NEVER FINISH IT."Ok... but do you have to yell like a madman? Ice cream was YOUR idea, crazy person. Excuse us for getting excited. Of course, we'd never say these things out loud, out of fear of a solid smack from Mr. Not-so-Softee. We'd end up getting a scoop or two. Maybe one topping. Two max. While DAD got a Jim Dandy. The hypocrite.
This little passion play took place so frequently that it has become part of my dad's legend. So for the first time, My Director and I decided to perpetuate that legend, and took Peanut for a Jim Dandy on Saturday.
|She approves of this obnoxious concoction.|
|To say she was giddy during consumption|
is an understatement.
|Good to the last drop.|
We had a great family day: snowman, sledding, birthday party, movie on the couch, taco night, capped off with the Jim Dandy. Was it way too much ice cream? Yes. Did Peanut have any problem finishing hers? Nope. (With My Director's help.) And she loved every bite.
And we got to talk about Popsie all day long because I kept hyping up this elusive treat.
"Can we do this again, daddy?"
"Maybe on Popsie's birthday in March."
"March?! That's when MY birthday is."The legend grows.