This happens a lot with my firstborn. Because she is my Learner Child, I'm always going some way with her I've never been before.
Once in a while along that way, we run into emotional roadblocks that are not moved by my usual bag of comfort tricks.
Which is when we find ourselves doing something we've never done before.
Which is what happened a few months ago.
Which is why we found ourselves in our pajamas, in the car, speeding toward the Wendy's drive-through and Frosty-and-French-fry therapy at 10 o'clock one night when all my other attempts at comfort had fallen short.
I'm honored to be telling the rest of this tale on Mamalode, and I'd be so grateful if you went to the trouble of continuing this sweet and salty story over there now.
But please allow me to apologize in advance if you're hit by a sudden craving for French fries and a Frosty.
|If you need Frosty therapy|
but can't make it to Wendy's,
try this Frozen Hot Chocolate.
The recipe's up over on Mamalode,
along with the rest of this saga.
Consider it a reward for making the trip.