This one time I was eating lunch at my Grandma’s house with my sister and my Grandma was all, “if you want ice cream you need to eat your vegetables!”
And I was all, “but I don’t like cooked carrots…”
And then she served my sister the most giant bowl of ice cream you ever did see and I was all, “I want some of that…” and she was all, “You’re going to have to eat your cooked carrots first…”
I studied the ice cream and the carrots and the ice cream again and decided the ice cream would be worth all the dry heaving I was about to do when I put those disgusting cooked carrots in my mouth.
Only I didn’t dry heave, I just went ahead and threw up everywhere and looked at my Grandma like, “Seeeee!”
Because carrots are supposed to be cold and crisp and fed to horses and not warm and soggy in little girls soup bowls.
I did earn that most giant bowl of ice cream you ever did see though. I guess it was worth it.