A few weeks ago, Charlie's school had a fundraiser for the Relay for Life. On of the activities was an ice cream eating contest. They were not allowed to use hands, of course. It was a fun night until Charlie figured out that his 6 tickets he won would not buy him the race track that cost 1,000 tickets. At that point, he had a complete melt down and I had to carry him screaming and crying out the door past all the teachers, parents and the director of the school. It was my favorite part of my day.