"What's the matter, Love?"
""Mommy," his little voice was a quivering whisper, "You said I could have whipped cream."
Awestruck, I looked at the guy behind the counter and (bless him) he grabbed the can of whipped cream and added it on top without charge. I just hugged my Owen so hard. There was no tantrum. "Owen," I said, "Thank you for telling me what was wrong and what you wanted. Thank you so much."
He smiled through his few remaining sniffles, but I think I saw some extra swag in his step as he carried his ice cream to the table.