Oh, for an ice cream bar
| Editorial |
By Daven Mapson
In my last article I described a recent Disney cruise that I took with my family. This trip was so amazing that I think I will tell you about one more thing about it before moving on.
(Daven's younger brother Lars, armed with a scimitar and asleep next to his melting ice cream bar.)
When we went to dinner on the ship, the deserts at the Disney restaurants were always the same on the kids menu. There was one item on the menu called a ‘Mickey Mouse Ice Cream Bar’, which was like ice cream covered in chocolate, on a stick, in the shape of a Mickey Mouse head.
It also had chocolate syrup and sprinkles on it, making it quite a delicacy for my younger siblings! My small brother, Lars, four years old, always ordered it for dessert, but as the dinner was usually at 8:15pm. he was almost always asleep by the time it came. Lars never really got to enjoy his ice cream bar, as it usually melted and then we would have to eat it.
One night there was a pirate party in the grand lobby on Deck 3. From the balconies on deck 5 we watched and listened, dressed up as pirates with our accessories from the shop on board. As usual Lars had ordered an ice cream bar but had fallen asleep, and now he was lying down on the floor beside his ice cream bar, dead to the world. As we watched Disney characters dance, we put a toy scimitar in Lars’ hands. We had procured it for the pirate party, but as he was asleep he could not enjoy it. As he slumbered, the ice cream bar slowly melted, still on its fancy plate. This time though, when we returned to our stateroom, instead of sharing the partially melted ice-cream bar between the kids, we put it in the small cooler that was supplied in our state rooms.
In the morning Lars woke up. Before breakfast we opened the cooler, and there was the ice-cream bar-still retaining its form and shape. Lars was delighted and as we got our clothes on he ate it. Although it was mostly melted and not as appetizing as a cool, smooth, frozen one, he enjoyed it anyway.
On the last morning of the cruise we went to a Disney restaurant. Of course ice-cream bars were not on the breakfast menu, but my mother explained the situation to our server, who said that she’d see what she could do. Then Lars’s ice-cream bar arrived! Finally the little guy got to eat a wholly frozen, fresh Mickey Mouse ice-cream bar- and he wasn’t sleepy at all!
Daven Mapson
Youth Columnist
Age 13
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