On Monday it was a whopping 77 degrees outside so we went for a walk to a nearby park--directionally challenged as I am, I quickly became lost and aborted our mission diverting to our favorite ice-cream shop that has finally opened for the season. David was not surprisingly very okay with our change of plans. He has been begging me for ice cream cones for the past two days and doesn't seem to comprehend my explanations that ice-cream is a "sometimes food"....either that or he's trying to see how many times he can say "ice-cream cone?" before my head explodes..........
Grandma says to give him all the ice cream he wants!
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