Ice Cream and Boo-Boo's

What is up with Ice cream and boo-boo's? Why is it that whenever my child goes through a "tramatic" experience, my answer for a reward is Ice Cream.
Everytime that I've taken Logan to the E.R., we go get Ice Cream after (yes, I said everytime...he's a bit accident prone...although it has been a while!)
After shots, we go get Ice Cream.
And today, after a HUGE, not splinter, more like piece of wood, got stuck in Lana's foot, after the drama and the trauma of getting it out, you guessed it, we got Ice Cream!
Maybe I'm rewarding myself more than I am them. Good job Missy, you made it through another unpleasant part of parenting. Although, I must confess that todays incident, while I know was painful for her and frustrating for me at times, was also very entertaining. I actually had to load her up in the van and take her to Daddy at work because I couldn't even get the dumb thing out. It was huge. And she had these enormous, cute crocodile tears and was sreaming like her foot was being cut off. Thankfully Daddy's work is only 7 miles away, because it just wasn't happening with me.
So I guess thats why we had to get Ice Cream afterwards. I mean, we were already out, and Sonic is right across the street, and I had a whole $7 burning a whole in my wallet, not to mention the fact that someone had been hurt and that REQUIRES Ice Cream.
Come on, someone PLEASE tell me that I am not the only horrible mother that is teaching my children to reward lifes little incovience's with Ice Cream!
Somebody? Anybody?
Oh good grief, I'd better go finish my Ice Cream!