Because they are so adorable that they’d charm you into living in a dictatorship. (Benevolent dictatorship, of course.)
Subtitle: Don’t run errands when your kid should be napping
Scene: New gelato place in town
OTE, after refusing a sample of the halvah gelato (this is the middle east, but I’m not mentally ready for that*), tries the gingersnap flavor instead. The young woman behind the counter hears the noise I’ve been ignoring–namely the steady chant of, “Can I try some, Ema? Can I try some? Can I have some, Ema?”–and offers AM his very own teeny tiny spoonful. He tries it and promptly asks to try the “shokolad marir” (the dark chocolate).
“It’s very bitter,” the kind young woman says, indicating the milk chocolate variety, “Do you want this one instead?”
“YES,” he agrees.
“Ema, can I have some in a cone?”
“Can I have some in a dish?”
“I don’t know. You just had chocolate raisins!” [Bribe to leave the toy store, where we were buying a gift for a party TODAY that Miss M was invited to YESTERDAY, but really, this is a whole other post.]
“I just want a little scoop. [Demonstration of “little” with hands.] Just a medium scoop. Just a medium-big scoop.”
I fix him with my best hairy eyeball. “Let me get this straight. First you wanted a little scoop, then a medium scoop, now a medium-big scoop?”
“Can I have some, Ema?”
I turn to the counterwoman and give the universal gesture for “as small as possible that you can still charge me for.”
“I can give you half a cadoor [scoop],” she offers.
“Yes, please,” I say, take out shisha shekalim [6 NIS = about $1.50] and turn back to the world’s cutest tyrant. “We can share this.”
“Can I hold it, Ema?”
“Because then I won’t get any.”
Then there were the six mini-tantrums as he discovered that no, I really wasn’t going to let him hold it, let him eat more than four bites, or let him run out into traffic.
I anticipate future trips…by myself or with adult company. There’s a pistachio cone with my name on it.
* Although the halvah we’ve had here completely surpasses anything we’ve ever tried in the United States; it’s not even in the same realm.