Frozen Yogurt – the gateway snack.

Since it’s summer and they’re out of school, there have been various rugrats in our office.  Most of the time it’s not a problem, except that we don’t like them really knowing for sure that we don’t do anything around here. When they see that we do puzzles and watch movies then they seem to think they can come all the time. That’s not going to happen. They’d cramp our style.

Anyway, one of the children was here for most of the day. He belongs to Missy and he’s a good quiet kid.

So we thought we’d reward him for behaving himself by letting him go on a frozen yogurt run with us. We personally thought that was a reward. Apparently, his mother was concerned about letting him go anywhere with The Sisters and The World’s Greatest Receptionist. We think she was just concerned with him being exposed to our bad behavior.

Maybe she has a point.

We were loud and obnoxious when we got out of the car, but that’s typical. The Boy hung in there with us because he’s been raised to be very polite. You know the sort–No, ma’am, Yes ma’am.

“Okay,” WGR instructed. “The secret is to go in there like you own the place.”

“Yep,” Ava agreed. “That’s the way it’s done.”

We got in the yogurt line and served ourselves. This is the only place we want this to happen. Everywhere else, we need wait staff. We filled up our cups with yummy stuff and got in line.

Amylynn looked down at The Boy’s cup. There was a tiny dribble of yogurt and a bunch of marshmallows. “What the hell, boy? You get back in there and get some yogurt. What’s wrong with you?” The Boy dutifully returned a second later with a fuller cup. It was still measly. “You have five dollars for ice cream. Use all of it.”

We got back to the office and The Boy told his mother what lunatics we were.

“See that’s how peer pressure starts. They bully you with yogurt and then…”

Once again, The Sisters are a cautionary tale.