Ice Cream

Ice(īs) Cream(krēm)

ICE CREAM

INT: A DINING(dīn) ROOM.

Lori, mother of three, is trying to explain to her inattentive(ˌinəˈtentiv) kids why they can’t have ice cream.

LORI

When I was a kid, we didn’t get ice cream after every meal(mēl). That was not how things worked back then. Desserts(diˈzərt) were for a special(ˈspeSHəl) occasion(əˈkāZHən), not because you ate the minimum(ˈminəməm) allotted(əˈlät) amount of green beans.

I once got ice cream because I scored(skôr) a goal(gōl) in a soccer(ˈsäkər) game. Now, if my father had bought me an ice cream cone every day, that one wouldn’t have been special, would it? I wouldn’t have worked hard to get it. Do you understand what I’m saying?

Holidays(ˈhäliˌdā) understand this problem. You can get those little round peppermint(ˈpepərˌmint) disks(disk) at restaurants(ˈrest(ə)rənt,ˈrestəˌränt,ˈresˌtränt) for free, but nobody wants them. Then Christmas(ˈkrisməs) rolls(rōl) around and candy canes(kān) are in high demand. It’s important to make yourself wait sometimes and to not overindulge(ˌōvərənˈdəlj). I won’t spoil(spoil) my children and I’m certainly not going to let them spoil themselves.

When I got into college(ˈkälij), my first night I went to the dining hall(hôl) where they had cafeteria(ˌkafiˈti(ə)rēə)-style food. One of the options(ˈäpSHən) was a self-serve ice cream machine. It was beautiful(ˈbyo͞otəfəl). It had chocolate(ˈCHäk(ə)lit,ˈCHôk-) and vanilla(vəˈnilə) and even a swirl(swərl) option for the two. I’d never seen so much ice cream in my life.

I ate two bowls(bōlz) a day for three weeks and got sicker(sik) than a dog. I also gained(gān) eight pounds(pound), Laura, so you just sit yourself down and behave(biˈhāv). A sure(SHo͝or) way to make something not special anymore is to gorge(gôrj) yourself on it. There are things that require moderation(ˌmädəˈrāSHən) in the world, like television(ˈteləˌviZHən), and ice cream, and love.

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