Shut It Down: Conflict Resolution Lessons from a 5-Year-Old

A little girl, dressed in purple from head (lavender-coloured toque) to toe (bright purple sparkly Uggs-type boots), stands at the bottom of a set of subway stairs, clutching her father’s hand. She looks around at the other people waiting for the next train. It’s a busy morning commute.

Dad: Sweetie, can we talk about what happened this morning?

My interest was piqued. What did this child do?

Girl: Daddy, I want to give you a hug.

She throws her arms around his leg and buries her face in his pant leg.

Dad: Thank you, that was very nice. But I want to talk about what happened. I think you should apologize.

He kneels down to look her in the eye. She looks back at him and plants a big wet kiss on his cheek.

Dad: Thank you, sweetie. But I want you to apologize for —

The station announcement crackles. Though she probably can’t understand the gargled message that an uptown local is entering the station, this little girl seizes the moment to deflect attention.

Girl: Daddy! The train is coming!

He stands up. She tugs him backwards.

Girl: Don’t step over the yellow line!!!

Dad: Ok, sweetie.

The train arrives but, too crowded, the father and daughter wait for the next train. The father crouches down to look his daughter eye-to-eye.

Daddy: Sweetie, do you want to apologize for what happened this morning?

Girl: Daddy, I was going to tell you at school.

::drops mic::

This baby is about to drop that mic

Probable Epilogue: The daughter never apologized for throwing her Cheerios on the floor, and the father was too embarrassed to bring it up again.

Argument status: SHUT DOWN.

Dairy Queen Manhattan: The Greatest Grand Opening in NYC

Probably the two things I miss most living in NYC is driving and Dairy Queen.

With driving, I miss being able to belt out songs at the top of my lungs. (Try hitting the high notes of Wrecking Ball while walking down a sidewalk. It is totally not appreciated.)

And then there’s Dairy Queen. So many wonderful and happy childhood memories getting sundaes, and chocolate-dipped cones… and, of course, Blizzards. There is an undeniable and distinct joie de vivre that comes with that tasty cool treat that can be turned upside down and defy gravity. Cue retro video…

Blizzards fills my heart with joy. And that is why/how, last week, I ended up at Dairy Queen at 11:30pm.

The long-awaited first Dairy Queen in Manhattan opened on Thursday May 29 to a mob scene. It was so comforting to know that I was not alone in my excitement. I was planning to hit up the DQ by myself — and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. But my friend Amanda joined me for this very Momentous Occasion; I have to say, it was really nice to share the moment with someone. DQ stood out like a beacon of hope on 14th Street in between a Five Guys and a liquor store. I have never had any of Dairy Queens “hot eats” so I really can’t speak to the burger/fries competition. But does it really matter? THEY HAVE BLIZZARDS, PEOPLE.


I excitedly approached the register; even though the store had opened up to much fanfare earlier in the day, at 11:30 p.m. it was relatively empty so there was no wait. I ordered a mini size of my signature Blizzard (Cappuccino Skor, or Cappuccino Heath in the States). If I may opine on the mini size, it is genius, the perfect amount of ice cream. It’s a size of ice cream that you could totally eat at any hour of the day.

The Blizzards were brought to our table (this 2-story 100-seat DQ is the height of #swanky) by a lovely lady named Deyonca. She came back to inquire if we were enjoying our Blizzards. An effusive yes seemed insufficient. I loved my Blizzard and, in that moment, I loved Deyonca too.


DQ is FINALLY here in Manhattan. Even as much as I repeat it, it doesn’t seem quite real. And since it is open until midnight/1am, there is no reason to ever be sad again. Ever.

There is a life before DQ in NYC, and there is a life after DQ in NYC. My friends, welcome to the new age.


If you live in NYC or are planning a visit, please consider a trip to Dairy Queen with me.