The scene: Cold Stone Creamery. It was on the warm side today, and the kids were craving ice-cream. I like taking them here because this stuff doesn't tempt me; Haagen-Dazs is my poison.
The kids point out what they want. "Oooh, pink!" says Sabrina. "Ur-ul!" says Max [translation: purple].
Me to ice-cream counter guy: "They'll have one scoop of purple and one scoop of pink."
He stares at me quizzically.
Me: "You know, the purple [I point] and the pink [I point]."
Ice-cream guy: "You mean the blueberry frozen yogurt and the watermelon sorbet?"
Me, sheepishly: "Um, yeah."
