Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Stewart's Enabled Daddy Magic
Ah, 'tis the small moments in life that make being a daddy so grand...
I took me darling daughter Giblet (ach, gettin' on towards 4 years now!) over to our favorite Stewart's Shop (#107) in Delmar for a dish of ice cream. Like her father, Giblet tends towards the vanilla spectrum in her choice of frozen confections. She does, however, pepper her repertoire with a bit of chocolate on occasion. Also, once I recall that she was plum tickled by a pink-bismuth hued cone of strawberry soft-serve. That is all to say, presently my daughter's ice cream flavor universe is pretty much limited to the vanilla/chocolate/strawberry triumvirate.
Anyhow, on this specific occasion young Giblet requested a vanilla scoop in a dish with chocolate jimmies and -- "just ONE cherry." I happily obliged her wishes with the assistance of an ever ready maroon clad hero of Stewart's ice cream scoopery.
After happily watching her consume a few bites whilst seated at the booth by the winder she says to me -- "Daddy, I wish there was an ice cream kind that has vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry... AT THA SAME TIME."
You will forgive me a small mistruth, but I told young Giblet that I was going to use my daddy-magic to make her request appear out of thin air in the magical "cold box" located in the center of the shop. I whisked her up, plopped her down, and with a grandiose flourish I thrust my grubby mitt down into the frosty bowels of the Stewart's ice cream case and pulled out the above pictured half gallon. You should have seen that smile. You just should have seen her smile...
You also might have stayed a minute to watch her daddy standing there gibbering like an idiot with a goofy grin on his face. Yes, yes, gentlemen. Daughters are the rub...
I will leave you with a quote from ol' Garrison Keillor. --
"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan."