Doing something right

On Friday, we were at a neighbors. 5PM. Time to head home for dinner. Landon was cooking.
As we pedaled out of driveway, ice cream truck came around bend. Usually the moms make a call together about whether to go yes to ice cream. I indicated no as the other moms said yes.
I would have been swayed, if it weren't for...

The all out fit thrown by Cora Messal. In the moments before my no became a yes, she threw such a shine that there was no possible way she was getting ice cream. I in fact had to declare ice cream after dinner to reward Quinn for her resolve, and to make clear to Cora we would not tolerate such a spectacle on the neighbor's drive.

So we go home. We did dinner. Everyone ate well. After dinner, Cora asked if she would get ice cream. We said no (we did NOT enjoy this. Parenting is so hard).

Landon took her upstairs so she could be heartbroken. I turned to Quinny.

Me: Quinny, you ready for your ice cream?
Quinn: I'm allright.
Me: You don't want ice cream? You earned it! You were so good when mommy said no to popsicles.
Quinn: Nah. Sissy can't have any.
Me: OK, Quinny, you can have a bowl, and if you want to eat it, you can.

Bowl served. Quinny marched straight up the stairs to share her bowl with Cora.