A few years ago my husband and I went to a major league baseball game where one of the vendors was hawking Ice cream. He walked around yelling, "I SCREAM!" It got your attention.
Last night we went as a family for ice cream. Littlest was way too excited. He kept saying "Ice cream. Ice cream." The line was very long. Every time someone other than us got their ice cream littlest took I scream to a new level. He certainly has a sweet tooth. He gobbled his twist cone faster than Oldest who didn't even finish his.
I was a fun day capped by a sweet night.
~ah summer~
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