Being a product of the 80s has lasting effects. Apparently, "THE 80s" buries itself deep in a wrinkle of the affected one's genes, and carries silently over into the next generation. Last week at dinner, Bennett repeatedly requested his favorite entree--ice. Piece after piece went into his cup and, after hearing the word over 20 times and in varying pitches, Christopher and I decided it was time Bennett was introduced to Vanilla Ice. Don't pretend you don't know what we're talking about. There's no shame in knowing every word of "Ice Ice Baby." Really.
We taught Bennett how to say that oh-so- nostalgic phrase and it came back to haunt us tonight. We put him in his bed, gave him the customary drink and after he was done guzzling, he put his cup down and said, "Ice, ice baby"... with a grin. Hurry, someone grab my red, white and blue parachute pants!
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Will would always ask for Ice but his sounded more like Eye. or in Nemo when the birds would go mine, mine, mine. yes that was him. Although Ice Ice baby sounds much cooler.
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