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What a Sacrifice

And then cheer season ended.

Sort of.

Today was the last home game of the middle school football season, which means it was the last home game for a certain cheerleader to stand on the sidelines and be all the things that I never was as a kid. Alexis loves every second of sideline cheer, which is probably a good thing because you can't just do football cheer in our school district. You have to do basketball as well, so cheer season won't really end for months. But, it was the last home football game, so things sort of ended today. You follow?

I declared it the end of a chapter, regardless of the details that would argue with that statement. For the last of anything, I feel like you should do something special, so I took the girls for ice cream after the game. I mostly took myself for ice cream, but that's not the point. The girls think I did something special for them. Let's go with that.

So. Ice cream. We didn't have time to go to my favorite place or even my second favorite place, so we stuck with the place near the football field. The girls are always happy no matter what, so I'm the only one who looks at is as a downgrade. It wouldn't have to be if they would smarten up and get some pecans in stock. All I want is turtle everything, but I will settle for vanilla ice cream topped with fudge and pecans. Alas, this particular ice cream place doesn't have any of that. So instead of a turtle sundae or turtle ice cream, I went with my third choice in life - a mint chip shake.

There is no shame in a mint chip shake. I just prefer turtle stuff. Stil, I will destroy a mint chip shake if given the chance. Happily.

Alexis got some sort of pumpkin concoction. Mila stuck with the birthday cake. Everyone was happy.

Until we were on our way home. As all small children do, Mila suddenly became obsessed with the notion of trying everyone else's ice cream. Alexis fully plays along with such games, but I am a seasoned veteran. I have spent 13 years ording what I really wanted only to have Alexis take it. I no longer share. Period. If Mila wanted to try a mint chip shake, she should have ordered a mint chip shake. That's how life works in my world.

Mila knows how I feel about sharing ice cream and letting her have "just a taste." Thus, she engaged in shenanigans.

::sigh:: "I guess I better try your milkshake so I know if I like it," she reported from the back seat. As if she was some sort of hero for stealing my milkshake.

I didn't give in, but I did take notes for the future. Mila really does know how to best use words to get her way. I hope the world is ready for all of that.


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