Confession...

My least favorite part of a kid's birthday party is serving the cake and ice cream. Too much pressure. Too many specific requests for the cake. "I want the eye." "I want the tail." "I want the piece with the purple candle." "His piece is bigger than mine." The ice cream is even worse. Scooping ice cream for 20 kids just doesn't work well. By the time you're done with the last child, the party should have been over "an hour ago." And if you decide to use the individual pre-packaged cups of ice cream, then you usually didn't buy enough of the right flavor. You feel safe buying 12 vanilla, 12 chocolate, and 12 rainbow sherbert cups. But then that 13th kid wants chocolate. Yikes! Then the plastic spoons break as the kids try to dig into the rock-hard ice cream. Just forget it, already!

So...in an effort to make cake and ice cream time a little easier, I made an executive decision that I would not serve ice cream at KitKat's party. It was, after all, a cookout, and there was going to be plenty of food.

However, about 2 hours before the party started, M decided that he wanted to make a peach cobbler for dessert for the adults. I said, "Good idea," as I took 8 cups of frozen peaches out of the freezer.

After we sang "Happy Birthday" to KitKat and served the kids their cake and/or cupcakes, M brought out the cobbler with a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I had a vision of 22 kids crowding around me asking for ice cream. So I hid the carton behind a dolphin decoration. But I wasn't smooth enough or fast enough. Within seconds, my 7 year old neighbor politely asked, "Miss Tiffany, can I please have some ice cream?"

I replied, "No, sweetie, the ice cream is just for mommies and daddies."

I said that.

To my 7 year old neighbor.

At my 6 year old's birthday party.

"No, sweetie, the ice cream is just for Mommies and Daddies."

(What's wrong with me??)