Short end of the Shake

Despite the turbulent beginning to our trip, the rest of the vacation went smoothly.  Days were filled with sleeping in, trips to the beach and/or pool, the "play area", good dinners and always a treat to finish the night.  What more can you ask for?

On one particular evening, we were on our way back to our hotel with Erik, Kristin, and Reesy and James.  James is the happiest 2 year old I know.  The kid does the Zoolander face on command and wants to do everything his big sister does.  Reesy is just darling and soft-spoken, but knows how to get what she wants; typical 4 year old.  

Anyway, back to the car ride home.  We decided to finish the evening with ice cream from the local Chick-fil-A; good, cheap, everybody's happy.  We ordered a couple of Ice Dream cones and a couple of shakes, but Reesy was not happy about this.  She wanted nothing to do with Chick-fil-A or its frozen treats.  That was until the delights entered the car and she insisted on my shake.  There's not much you can do to console a 4 year old in the back seat of the car screaming for your shake.  You just give it up.  Simple as that.  

So back went the shake and Reesy was as good as new.  The shake was a small sacrifice to keep the peace.  I know she enjoyed it, too, because she was let down when she tried the "other one" that had "no cookies?".  Next time at the Chick-fil-A drive-thru with little Rees, I'll order 2.