Shaved Ice and Epic Meltdowns

It's a beautiful summer like day here in Southern California. With school getting out next week I am already in full on summer mode. So I decided that for a special treat I would take Mini Me and Boy Wonder out for shaved ice (i.e. summer in a paper up cup). Both boys were very excited until we walked in the door. It was crowded. The floor was sticky. There were too many choices (no lie, this was an actual complaint). There wasn't any place to sit. Blah,blah, blah... So we waited in line. The boys finally decided what they wanted and then we waited longer to get our shaved ice. Mini Me was having a particularly tough time. He was wearing flip flops for the first time and they would not stay on his feet. The floor was sticky so his flip flops were sticking to the floor. He was frustrated. Finally a table opened up and we sat down. Guess what? Yeah the table was sticky too, super. We get our shaved ice and Mini hates that it's too cold. So he begins to ask for a pretzel. No Mini, I bought you a shaved ice, that's what they have here at oahu's shaved ice. Not happy, but not melting down. Yet. Then he accidentally kicks Boy Wonder under the table and Boy Wonder immediately screams at him. Mini screams back and covers his ears. They are now shouting at each other in the middle of a crowded eatery. People around us turn around and stare at the screamfest thats going down. Mini freaks out and runs for the door screaming. Now I have to pause this story to tell you about the location. It is in a strip mall on the corner of two busy roads. Given Mini's proclivities to run into the street I basically have one choice- leave Boy Wonder, my purse, the shaved ice and run like i am on fire. Fortunately I get to the door before he does. I scoop up all 50 pounds of him and take him back to the table, get all of our stuff, and take the boys outside. Mini clings to me, making his upset sounds as we sit. Boy Wonder realizes the gravity of what went down and he truly feels remorse (either that or he knows he wont get his good brother sticker of the day). The shaved ice is nearly melted and I am tired of the prying eyes that just witnessed the meltdown. We get in the car and leave. I take a deep breath and think about my next shaved ice- one that is heavy on the Cabernet and light on the ice...