You know that you're raising your kid in

the Southwest, when you have the following conversation:

[Background: some homemade ice cream I created over the weekend was supposed to be caramel flavor, but was not exactly a big hit in the house.]

Child: I have an idea, Daddy! Let's make some bad ice cream for Mommy!
Those two had a field day with this- suggestions for flavors included toenail ice cream, cat whiskers, dirt, rocks, etc., until...

WE SHOULD MAKE MOMMY JAVELINA BARF ICE CREAM!