Poopy-flavored Ice Cream

Today after kindergarten pickup, we drove through an ice cream shop to pick up some greasy, unhealthy, yummy lunch and ice cream. I bought an assortment of things for us to share.
Here is what we got:
1 Foot-long hot dog
1 Order of chicken strips
1 Taco Salad
1 Tenderloin sandwich w/lettuce and cheddar cheese
1 Pint of homemade cookie dough ice cream
#1, #2, and #3 yelling through the order window "I want poopy-flavored ice cream" (The voice in the box actually played along and said "Sorry, we are all out of that kind") which the kids thought was totally hilarious

So anyways, when the drive-through lady handed me the food, I checked to make sure everything was there and pulled off. After I got about a block down the road,#2 somehow leaned down and grabbed the bag off the floor of our van. Next thing I know, he is screaming "But I wanted my own cup of ice cream" I tried explaining that it was cheaper to buy it by the pint instead of singles, which had no effect whatsoever on him. 15 minutes later we get home, get all 4 kids inside and at the table. He finally calms down because I give in and let him have a drink of my Big Red. I should've known better about the Big Red because about 2 seconds later he spills it on his white shirt and I take it away. He then tells me once again "You are the meanest mommy ever and I'm telling Daddy when he gets home!"