ice cream in the green

I took the boys out for ice cream this afternoon, following a picnic in the backyard. I endured a terrible and most embarrassing tantrum in the ice cream shop. The younger of my boys screamed the place down because he didn't want to part with the five quid I had let him hold while we waited in line. My cheeks became somewhat rosy as I carried him out, his legs thumping mine and I tried not to meet the judging eyes of strangers that filled the shop. Of course all was well the moment we were outside. He was forgiven when he told me "I don't love you a little bit just a big bit".