I dropped $21 on what came out to eight scoops of ice cream.
Now—I’m a tightwad. Spending money makes me shiver.
My first thought?
You know how much protein $21 can buy? (Musclebuilder through and through.)
My second thought?
I could’ve gotten four whole quarts of top-shelf ice cream for the same price. (Brickwall loves his ice cream.)
But here’s the thing—it wasn’t about the ice cream. And it wasn’t about the money.
It was about my kids.
It was about presence.
It was about creating a shared experience.
It was about legacy.
My mom and dad took me out for ice cream. Now I take my kids.
Logically, rationally—I got ripped off.
But sometimes logic is wrong.
Sometimes the irrational choice is the right one. The most rewarding one. The one that gets remembered.
Because the ice cream gets eaten (fast). The money’s gone. But the memory sticks.