for ice cream. Well, not exactly. This was the screaming that took place after she'd tired of the ice cream and had to get her face
washed. Which, if you couldn't tell, she
strongly disapproves of. On to the ice cream part. This is Baby Sister's very
own classic chocolate kid-sized cone from DQ. I'm not sure that the Girl had even tasted ice cream yet at this age (At least not that I approved of as I'm sure some grandparent, aunt, uncle or maybe even her Dad slipped her some at some point before I lifted the ban.) but I'm certain that she hadn't
been afforded her very own cone. That probably didn't happen until sometime after the age of two. Now she's moved on and prefers the much more sophisticated flavors, such as mint oreo, that can only be found in the Blizzard. Although she will occasionally request possibly
the messiest treat of all time - the chocolate-dipped cone. The heat of the dipped chocolate rapidly melting the ice cream
underneath so that once the chocolate has been eaten off (or as is usually the case, falls off into your little one's lap) you are left with a river of dripping vanilla that no amount of licking can keep up with. Did I mention that the Girl's timing in ordering this treat is always impeccable?! Usually when we are in the car, going through the drive-thru and nowhere near home. Ah, but I digress. As you can see, Baby
Sister enjoyed the chocolatey goodness of her cone. Try as we might though, we could not get her to hold the cone. J offered it to her quite a few times and she didn't want to have anything to do with it. Probably worked out better that way anyhow as he wasn't forced to wrench it from her grip when it was in need of a little licking around the cone to get the extra melty parts. Not to mention that it
eliminated the worry over the almost too predictable outcome of the 'dropped ice cream on the ground' scenario. You can tell that it didn't take Baby Sister too awfully long to figure her way around an ice cream cone. She was definitely the 'dive and conquer' kind of gal as opposed to the 'carefully neat licker.'
And by this point she's basically had enough. And the screaming you saw at the top of this post is about to ensue.
for ice cream. Well, not exactly. This was the screaming that took place after she'd tired of the ice cream and had to get her face
washed. Which, if you couldn't tell, she strongly disapproves of. On to the ice cream part. This is Baby Sister's very own classic chocolate kid-sized cone from DQ. I'm not sure that the Girl had even tasted ice cream yet at this age (At least not that I approved of as I'm sure some grandparent, aunt, uncle or maybe even her Dad slipped her some at some point before I lifted the ban.) but I'm certain that she hadn't
been afforded her very own cone. That probably didn't happen until sometime after the age of two. Now she's moved on and prefers the much more sophisticated flavors, such as mint oreo, that can only be found in the Blizzard. Although she will occasionally request possibly the messiest treat of all time - the chocolate-dipped cone. The heat of the dipped chocolate rapidly melting the ice cream
underneath so that once the chocolate has been eaten off (or as is usually the case, falls off into your little one's lap) you are left with a river of dripping vanilla that no amount of licking can keep up with. Did I mention that the Girl's timing in ordering this treat is always impeccable?! Usually when we are in the car, going through the drive-thru and nowhere near home. Ah, but I digress. As you can see, Baby
Sister enjoyed the chocolatey goodness of her cone. Try as we might though, we could not get her to hold the cone. J offered it to her quite a few times and she didn't want to have anything to do with it. Probably worked out better that way anyhow as he wasn't forced to wrench it from her grip when it was in need of a little licking around the cone to get the extra melty parts. Not to mention that it
eliminated the worry over the almost too predictable outcome of the 'dropped ice cream on the ground' scenario. You can tell that it didn't take Baby Sister too awfully long to figure her way around an ice cream cone. She was definitely the 'dive and conquer' kind of gal as opposed to the 'carefully neat licker.'
And by this point she's basically had enough. And the screaming you saw at the top of this post is about to ensue.
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