I scream, you scream, we all scream

When the kids came home from school I had just finished writing something to post on the blog. Savannah read over my shoulder and said, "Mom that's not very nice." I was in a mood about the large portion of gas donated to the ward already that day running the car around for public transportation. At that point, I left the post unpublished to chase after kids. When I came back the whole thing had been deleted. Savannah says it was on accident, and while at first I was frusterated, the frusteration quickly turned to relief that she had saved me from posting something like that.
And here I go again, so I guess I will just switch subjects.

Brent came home early again tonight. It must be the ice cream machine calling to him.

We were still at dinner. I had made a wonderful winter meal -Homemade Chili and Cinnamon Rolls. He enjoyed them but no sooner was he through, than I found him pouring through his ice cream recipe book. He finally settled on chocolate and wanted my expensive bakers chocolate.

For about 10 minutes he stood at the stove stirring his chocolate and milk. Later I found him with the kitchen window open. He explained that he had just lowered the pot outside to sit out on the BBQ to cool. Five minutes later I heard an agonized holler. When he opened the window to get his pot it was no longer on the BBQ but slipped off and was now in the snow! He ran out and came back with still an inch in the bottom. Then he poured it into the machine, and hollered out again because he hadn't noticed that the ice cream bowl wasn't even in the machine!

He was able to save some once more by tipping the machine over and dumping it back into his pot. But, Alas, when he turned around to grab the pot a second later, it was gone again.

This time his frusteration was aimed at Kennon. She was washing dishes and as quick as lightning had swooped up the pot and dumped the remaining future ice cream down the sink! Brent stormed off after yelling a bit more. Kennon's feelings were hurt and she was crying.

Camille ran after him, also bawling, because now she wouldn't be having a bowl of ice cream tonight,

"It's the worst day ever because of you!", she screamed.

Why couldn't we just be happy with Cinnamon Rolls?