Ice cream in bed

“I will be so happy if I get that doll for Christmas and so sad if I don’t “. This was followed by my many failed attempts to explain intrinsic contentedness to our five year old. Finally it came down to this: Your life is ice cream. It is really good on its own. The special toys and occasions are the sprinkles, nice but not necessary to enjoy the ice cream. 
At last a light bulb went on and I kissed her goodnight. “Enjoy your ice cream,” I said.
“You know I don’t actually have ice cream in bed with me?” She laughed.


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