The older kids and I have been listening to Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder when we drive around in the car. Of course, Sami listens too when he's there.
The book is full of marvelous descriptions of prosperous farm life in the 1800's, including detailed, mouthwatering lists of what Almanzo eats for dinner (and it's a lot!). Yesterday we heard about the kids staying alone on the farm while their parents went on vacation for a week. Since Almanzo and his brother Royal and two sisters, Eliza Jane and Alice, are very responsible and help their parents with the work all the time, their parents trust them to keep the farm running while they are gone. Also, it's summer time, so the farm work is light. Their mother admonishes them just before she leaves not to eat all of the sugar.
The first thing they do is make ice cream for lunch. They eat the whole tub, made with 6 cups of sugar, along with a cake their mother made them! Then they top it off with 6 watermelons for dinner.
One the way home from Tae Kwon Do last night, the story continued with another batch of ice cream. Sami heard this and started saying "ice cream, ice cream." When we got home, he was still saying it, and he headed to the freezer. Unfortunately, all the ice cream had been eaten up the day before. He screamed and cried for about 10 minutes, a combination of anger and exhaustion giving fuel to his grief.
Fortunately for me, he finally calmed down.
I think after I pick him up from Mother's Day Out and the kids from school, we're going for frozen yogurt.