There are many many things about Jack that make us confident that he is truly our child, but yesterday we found one trait that made us question EVERYTHING.
On the spur of the moment, we went out for ice cream yesterday afternoon. We met up with Emily, Sean, Graham, and McKenna, and after trying to go to Brickley’s (the GOOD local ice cream place that – whoops – is closed on Tuesdays), we went to Swirls and Scoops. Some ice cream is better than no ice cream. We got Jack his own small scoop of soft-serve chocolate. Jack took a bite, but refused a second bite. He reached for John’s vanilla-chocolate swirl, but when John offered him a bite of that, he refused it (vanilla, chocolate, AND the swirl). I offered him my German chocolate cake ice cream, which did NOT taste like German chocolate cake but was otherwise acceptable, but he refused that, too.
Who is this child who doesn’t want ice cream on a hot day? On one of our walks in the woods did I look away long enough for one of the fair folk to snatch him and replace him with one of their own? (I don’t know why a fairy child wouldn’t like ice cream, though.)
Maybe – MAYBE – he’s refusing on principle. He was promised the good stuff, and he will not accept an inferior product.