The kids were clamouring for dessert and, quite frankly, I didn’t know what I was going to do with them for the rest of the evening. We’ve slipped into a much later summer bedtime and I was on my own as Ed was stuck working late. So I grabbed a buy one, get one free coupon to the Cold Stone Creamery and announced we were heading out for ice cream.
Irene ordered “pink” and Colum ordered chocolate as per usual and I shared a bit from each of them. It is good. Not cheap, but good. Then we got back into the car and I asked how they liked their ice cream.
Colum: “Pice cream!”
Irene: “No, Colum. It’s ice cream. N R E, ice.”
Colum: “That’s not how you spell ice!”
That’s right, my girl. Fake it ’till you make it.
Now I leave you with an attempt at an artsy shot of my rounded silhouette:
