Recently we went on a weekend trip to Maine. The drive took us about 3 hours or so, and was actually pretty painless. We've discovered that Rowan and Kemper are old enough to really listen to a book on tape, and this was our second trip trying that out. It works really well.
Anyway, as we got relatively close to our destination, there was a Dairy Queen. Of course we stopped. I went in with the boys to order, while Morgan waited with the sleeping baby in the car. It took forever to make our ice cream; not sure why, but seriously we waited about 20 minutes for 2 chocolate dipped cones and 2 blizzards. Whatever.
So we load back into the car to continue our trip. Now normally I wouldn't let the kids eat ice cream in the car. I'm conflicted about allowing any food in the car, but usually give in and let them eat. But the baby was sleeping, there weren't any tables anyway, and we wanted to get there, so exceptions were made. It was a beautiful day, and we were on a local road, so Morgan put the windows down. This generally results in complaints from the back seat - Rowan doesn't like the wind blowing so much (as a toddler he'd say, "NO WINDY!!!" when it was too cold outside for him). But there was ice cream so it was pretty quiet.
For about 5 minutes. Then there was a sudden cry from the back seat: "The ice cream is all over me!" Sure enough, once we pulled over to assess the damage, we saw ice cream everywhere. It looked like someone had turned on a high-speed fan and held the ice cream cones in front of it. The wind dug little eddies out of the chocolate coating, then forced the rapidly melting ice cream out of the holes. It took me a full 15 minutes to get it clean. And the boys stood on the side of the road to finish the cones while I cleaned the mess.
It sort of reminded me of the time when I was a kid riding in the backseat of a friend's car. The windows were down, and her dad spit out the window and it came in through the back window and hit me in the face. I'm guessing it isn't quite so gross when it's ice cream, though.