Sneakiness

It was quiet.  Too quiet.  You know the kind where you just know something is up.  When both girls are this quiet, you know they have conspired something together.  As they peeked at me around the corner of the garage, I could see the ice cream that was nonchalantly being devoured.  As if they hadn't already had a Bomb Pop tonight.  As if they had forgotten they weren't supposed to help themselves from the deep freezer.  Erick swears he is putting a lock on it.  For now, we let them savor their treat. And then, it wasn't quiet anymore.  I could hear the arguing, the tattles, and their shared moment of conspiracy was over. 

...until the next time.

Ice Cream Truck

Um...I really hate the ice cream man. There are two different trucks that come through our neighborhood twice a day. Piper throws a fit if she hears the music and it's hard to talk her down from getting an ice cream. Sigh! It's going to be a long summer!

First Ice Cream Cone

We stopped at Ritters today and enjoyed some ice cream (actually frozen custard). Piper did a really good job with her cone and was great about wiping her mouth every couple bites or so. She would not eat the cone part though and told me it was yucky. Maybe next time.