FDR has a few family rules which we hold sacred.
Among them, we get ice cream on the first day of summer.*
And so we did, a post-pool, pre-farm ice cream stop.
Oh, look. Thomas ate some ice cream. Surprise, surprise. It helps if you have two older siblings who like to share, and two parents who look on with salutary neglect.
Lucy once again traded cones. As you can see, Kevin lost on this deal.
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We also get ice cream whenever someone gets a shot. This tradition developed when Peter was a wee babe because seeing his tiny face curl up in pain was so emotional traumatizing for us as new parents that we had to salve our sore souls with icy cold goodness.
After his 4-year check today (and a visit to the pool), Peter requested cotton candy water ice. Never mind that he doesn't know what cotton candy is. It's sweet, it's cold, and it's his choice. (Plus, with "candy" in the name, it has to be good, right?)
*The ice cream + sprinkles (to say nothing of twice in one week) definitely doesn't happen much around these parts, especially since the start of the new year and some big dietary changes in our family. You'd never know this from reading our posts, though. And I'll probably have another ice cream post next week, since one of our favorite ice cream spots is near a field trip site.
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