We ate dinner at Culver's the other night. The toddler's meal came with a free scoop of frozen custard and my husband when to the counter to pick it up for us to share.
A: "Where Daddy go?"
me: "To get our ice cream."
Daddy returns and as he approaches A says: "Super ice cream!"
Daddy: "It's all for me!"
A: "What you said?!"
As if she didn't hear him the first time. It was the cutest thing. I don't know who taught her that kind of attitude, but boy.... don't you mess with that girl's ice cream!