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I had to get a filling yesterday. I came home from the dentist with a half gallon of rocky road ice cream. I made up a story that the cavity was much worse than the dentist anticipated. I said I’d be going back for a root canal the next day. But in the meantime, the dentist told me I could only eat ice cream.
So we put dinner on the table. While the kids were looking at their salad and roast beef, I served myself a gigantic bowl of rocky road – much bigger than any healthy person should eat. Their eyes bugged out, and they started asking if they could have ice cream for dinner. I put on a faux empathetic tone, and said. “Boy, I wish you could, but I HAVE to eat this ice cream. You guys are so lucky to have your normal dinner.” So we started dinner, with them looking forlornly at my giant bowl of ice cream. After a few bites, I “April Fooled” them.
P.S. – we all shared the ice cream after our normal dinner.
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