Take it like a man

Yesterday I went with two girlfriends to see J. Edgar.  It's a wonderful movie and the acting is terrific.  I knew very little about the man so it was interesting on top of entertaining.  I was gone for 6 hours while our fabulous sitter had all 3 kids at home and Chris was at work.  I came home to a report of NO FIGHTING.  Isn't that amazing?  I declared it to be McDonald's Ice Cream Night after we ate dinner because of the good choices they made while I was gone.  Then, not 10 minutes later, William called Drew a butthole.  He lost his opportunity to get an ice cream.  He hooted and hollered like he does and it was ugly.  Like U-G-L-Y ugly.  About 40 minutes later we piled into the car to go get the girls their ice cream and he dealt with it like a man.  I was proud of him.  Guess his fit earlier had exhausted all his rage about it.  On the way home, as he sat empty-handed, I said, "Are you ever going to use that word again?"  He said, "Not if it means no ice cream." 

Alrighty, then.  Mission accomplished.