Ice cream queen

We had Rebecca's birthday party on Saturday at one of many parks near our house. When we got to the park, she said, "I don't want to go to the party; I just want to play at the park!" And I thought, "I picked the right place for her party!" The weather was beautiful, though very windy, and the dozen helium balloons broke free of the table we had tied them to, but got caught in a tree, and Steve rescued them using a long tree branch. The kids just played and ate a picnic lunch and had ice cream.

Later that evening, Rebecca was recounting her day, as she often does. She told Steve excitedly, "Hey, Daddy, I got to eat some ice cream with sprinkles and candles and a cherry!" Steve asked her, "Why did you get to eat some ice cream?" (He was trying to reinforce the idea that ice cream is only for special occasions, and she doesn't just get it anytime she wants it. He expected her to say, "because it was my birthday.") Rebecca's response was, "It's because Jesus made plenty of ice cream for me to eat!" (Well, at least she has the concept down that God provides her food!)