Holy cow start a new job and three months disappear!

I will try to write more regularly, people. :) I have ten minutes before I have to get ready for bed, so here is a gem from today's car ride home. We left school an hour late because I had a parent's council meeting. Normally if Vincent is good at school (listens well, keeps his hands to himself, takes a good nap, etc. etc.) we stop at the drive-through Baskin-Robbins and get him a little kid's cone on the way home. He usually eats about three bites then either Dan or I get to finish it. But tonight, there was just enough time to get home and eat dinner, so when Vincent asked if we could go for ice cream, I said that we were really late but we would go tomorrow. Well all hell broke loose and he cried and cried and I told him I was SORRY and we'll have ice cream after dinner at home, until finally he wailed "IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!!" Which I had never heard him say before so I asked him, "What? What doesn't make sense?" And he goes, "I didn't dump any wood chips in the water fountain, but I'm NOT GETTING ANY ICE CREAM!!!!!!! It doesn't make sense!" I don't know if you find this as funny as I did. I've never heard him use the word "sense", much less exactly properly, so I was blown away. But before you feel badly for him, we came home, he ate a huge meal of awesome pulled pork tacos his dad had made, and then he got a piece of chocolate AND a bowl of the last of the homemade mango sorbet. :)