Too much of a Good thing (adapted from a book)

Some friends of ours have eight children, and they all love ice cream. On a hot summer day, one of the younger ones declared that she wished they could eat nothing but ice cream. The others chimed agreement, and to their surprise the father said, "All right. Tomorrow you can have all the ice cream you want nothing but ice cream!" The children squealed with delight and could hardly contain themselves until the next day. They came trooping down to breakfast shouting their orders for chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla ice cream-soup bowls full! Mid-morning snack - ice cream again. Lunch - ice cream, this time slightly smaller portions. When they came in for mid-afternoon snack, their mother was just taking some fresh muffins out of the oven, and the aroma wafted through the whole house.

"Oh goody!" said little Teddy. "Fresh muffins - my favourite!" He made a move for the jam cupboard but his mother stopped him.

"Don't you remember? It's ice cream day - nothing but ice cream."

"Oh yeah..."

"Want to sit up for a bowl?"

"No thanks. Just give me a one-dip cone."

By suppertime the enthusiasm for an all-ice cream diet had waned considerably. As they sat staring at fresh bowls of ice cream, Mary - whose suggestion had started this whole adventure - looked up at her daddy and said, "Couldn't we just trade in this ice cream for a crust of bread?"