Family Fun Time at QuikTrip
I’m beginning to think that Target is being challenged in the minds of my children by QuikTrip as the greatest store in the Western World. It’s surpassed Chick-fil-A, and if it hasn’t pulled in front of Target, then it is fast closing in on it.
Think about it from the young child perspective. You walk in – there are seven different types of slushees and smoothies to choose from….a few freezer down there are at least 15 different ice cream treats to choose. Go a bit farther down the candy aisle and you can grab a handful of Hershey bite sized for 5 cents each. Not too mention they sell Krispy Kreme donuts, that you’ve had in the past, right there by the front door.
So you can see that soccer practice really is just a prelude to getting the greatest tastes in the world afterwards.
Last night, after Demetrius’ practice we went in, and I said no to the slushee, we hadn’t eaten dinner yet (they don’t remain slushees once melted or frozen completely), and told them to get an ice cream/popsicle treat to have after they ate.
M&M Cookie ice cream sandwiches. Superman Popsicles. Drumsticks. What to choose? Well, if you are Demetrius – you choose one of each.
Daddy: Demetrius, you can only get one.
Demetrius: I want them all.
You go around and around…as the temperature climbs because the freezer door is being held open as your seven year old son evaluates and contemplates what treat to get.
Demetrius: NO! I WANT THEM ALL! (He melts down…remember this is after soccer practice, which is a traumatic event in his life…so he was predisposed for this anyway).
So he is warned about the fit. Brings it up a level looking me straight in the eye….I have a moment of clarity that this isn’t being autistic at all….this is just a kid wanting what a kid wants and is throwing a fit in public to try to get it. Son-of-a-gun, I’m happy…and quite mad…that this is going on at this store.
Daddy: Pick one, and only one, or you’ll get….
Demetrius: I WANT THEM ALL!!!!!!!!
Daddy: Whack on the tushy! (Whack)
Maya: DEMETRIUS! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MY POPSICLE WILL MELT BEFORE WE GET HOME! DADDY! MAKE DEMETRIUS PICK ONE!
Daddy: MAYA, I’VE GOT IT!
We make our way to the counter. Tears from Demetrius. Maya with her forehead knitted in anger at her brother….risking her popsicle melting and all…..
The winner? The Superman popsicle…
I swear to the good Lord here and now, the kid behind the counter? The almost twenty something that was ringing $2.34 in popsicles (Demetrius made a final grab for the Superman popsicle)….wouldn’t look up. He was completely wigged out at this good old fashioned parenting episode by the ice cream freezer at his store.
I didn’t feel bad for making a scene, but I felt bad that this kid just didn’t know what to do. So over in a bin by the cash register were bite sized Reeces Peanut Butter Cups.
For the ride home, to stop the tears and anger….even though it is only, like 1/4 a mile (for a moment’s peace…)
Daddy: I’ll take two of those also, for the drive home (Maya was watching and overheard)!
Maya: DEMETRIUS! DADDY IS GETTING US LITTLE REECES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS TO EAT ON THE RIDE HOME!
Daddy: Yes (as I wait for my change)?
Demetrius: I MISS MOMMY SO MUCH, AND I STILL LOVE YOU….(and in the classic autistic lack of social graces…) AND GIVE ME MY CANDY.
The kid behind the counter just looked at Demetrius and then me (as Demetrius sat down right there on the floor by the cash register and opened his peanut butter cup), handed me my change, big ol saucer cup eyes, and said:
Good luck tonight dude. I don’t think I’m having kids. Ever.
How could I not say it? So I did:
“What do you mean? This is just a normal night out with the family?”