By The Wiz
This is not a post about poop, vomit, or any bodily functions of any kind. Disappointed? Nope, this is just a quick post about ice cream.
My oldest is doing a ballet performance this weekend, and opening night was last night. We saw her dance around cutely, giggle at other little girls on stage, and yawn hugely right on stage (the performances are at night, and she gets a little tired, especially after all that rehearsing). Anyway, so afterwards, we go out for a little treat, some celebratory ice cream. We are Mormons, after all - we celebrate with fat and sugar instead of alcohol and caffeine.
So, off to Cold Stone we go. Ah, chocolate ice cream mixed with Snickers. Mmmm….but my girls? No, no. They don’t appreciate the fine delicacy of Mocha Almond Fudge with a little toffe thrown in. No, they like….I can barely type this, it’s just revolting…Cotton Candy mixed with gummi bears. ICK! Or, just as stomach turning, Bubble Gum ice cream with gummi bears! They don’t appreciate the delicate blend of flavors that Cold Stone does so well. They like BRIGHT BLUE ice cream. Where did I go wrong?
Oh, have I taught them nothing? I hope it’s just a phase…..