Ice Cream for Dinner Do-Over
Monday, July 29, 2013 at 10:41PM Florida heat calls for Frozen Gold.
First things first...we all needed to make decisions: which flavor served how. Milkshake? Cone? Cup?
Rainbow sherbet in a waffle cone for Cousin C. Good choice. Clearly.
Chocolate banana milkshakes for Wendy and Cousin J. As usual. Why change a good thing?
Mint chocolate chip in a cake cone for Eliana. No surprises here. Except she even ate the cone this time!
Trying a cake cone may lead to trying corn. Or black beans. Or hamburger. And it will have all started at Frozen Gold!
I ordered Moose Tracks in a waffle cone. Cousin C. told me that's what I always get. I have no recollection of what I always get, so I guess I'll just take her word.
I wasn't disappointed, but it did make me think of Mike (he loves a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup), and I miss him; I will be glad to see him Wednesday.
For Michaela they mixed up a hard-scoop cookies-n-cream milkshake. She has no use for soft-serve.
The girls were diverse in their ice cream choices, but unified in their ice cream enjoyment.
Let me tell you something: a medium sized milkshake will keep a little boy occupied for a while.
These two waited patiently for their soft-serve cookies-n-cream milkshakes. They were served last, but they didn't mind a bit.
This was a fun outing. Duh. (But seriously, not nearly as crazy as it has been in the past...no one ran around misbehaving, no one fussed about anything. It was like they were all big kids! Hey, wait...I guess they are all big kids! Whoa!)
And when it comes to ice cream, Wendy and I are just two more big kids too.
The tradition continues!
Commonly thought to rev kids up in an instant, ice cream instead enabled me to capture this incredible moment. I said,"One, two, three...," and they all looked at me and smiled!
Just one more piece of proof that this is something we really ought to do every year.
Reader Comments (1)
As much as I love babies, the elementary school years really are the golden time of parenting. Big enough to make a trip to the ice cream stand doable and young enough to still think it's magical.