I married an ice cream fanatic.
It’s true. And he’s no plain vanilla guy either. Oreo chunk. Mint Chip. Peanut Butter Cup. Whatever you’ve got, he’ll eat.
I apparently am raising two ice cream fanatics. This makes for a dangerous combination when all three get together.
To help put some restraints on the consumption of all things cold, and at the suggestion of a friend who blended a family with this trick, we came up with an ice cream sundae night. We voted and made Monday “sundae”. The girls were thrilled because this vote happened on Sunday over ice cream, which meant to ice cream two days in a row.
The week goes by, we get to Friday, and Curtis has a free day so we’re enjoying a family lunch together. That’s when Zoe and Madeline decide to convince me that it’s really Monday, with the goal of having an ice cream treat. Now I realize I probably shouldn’t promote the girls scheming like that, but when they’re this young and cute, it’s hard to resist. So Friday became Monday which became Sundae, which means I have no idea what day it is today. But I know we’re all hoping Monday comes around again real soon.