And the brat had icecream...

Yup. Its true. He is five and a half. And he just enjoyed his very first ice cream cone the other day. In fact, it was such a big big milestone that mamma immediately got on the phone to inform all her gal pals about it. And what has played a big role in this latest milestone coming to pass? Three guesses anyone?
Yup. TV. Wasnt that tough was it. All those ads of kids going ecstatic with icecream cones in their hands and licking said dribbles down the side with expressions that suggested they would sit through double Calculus class without a squeak of protest for said icecream had its impact.
There we were, the brat, his dadi and mamma, sitting in Bikajis, having just downed maharajah thalis each, which, mamma shall list out in great detail right now being food deprived and very very hungry, containing, one lachedar paratha, one butter naan, a helping of rice, butter paneer, a sabji, a dal makhani, a sweet dish, salad and dahi wadas. Naturally then, mamma was too exhausted to even burp without rupturing a blood vessel. She raised a hand, exhausted from so much eating to dab off the food particles off the brat's face, when he suddenly piped up, "Mamma I wana icschschream. Vanilla. White coloured one." Mamma fell off the chair she was seated on, causing major outcry in vicinity with the sudden shuddering of the premises giving rise to more than one customer running out screaming, "Earthquake, earthquake."
To put this in context, mamma has not been Cruella de Ville mamma denying a po chile this necessary childhood indulgence. If anything, mamma is a dyed in the wool icecream addict herself and has spent many a hot afternoon spooning the evil stuff from the pack into her mouth without giving it the courtesy of a bowl.
It was the brat, thanks to his PDD/NOS and SID issues, who refused to let anything of creamy sticky texture into his mouth. No icecreams. No custards. No puddings. No yoghurt. No kheer. Yes. Mamma promptly sprang up and got him a vanilla cone. Which he didnt know how to eat. Provoking much laughter from the family at the next table, who couldnt believe a boy this big was being taught to lick the icecream cone so that none of the dribbles landed on his clothes. And he struggled hard. "I leeked the ichscream," he declared proudly, when he had struggled through the entire lot. But refused to bite the cone. "I nod eating d cardboard."
Needless to say, Mamma was more than happy to be the repository of said cardboard.