Today I fed the kids ice cream during a snow storm.
My daughter’s choral concert had just ended, and she was pressing for a sleepover with her best friend. No school tomorrow. It’s a snow day.
“We don’t have to get up early!”
I just wasn’t feeling up to it because workydaddy‘s work day doesn’t get canceled just because school does.
To preempt the disappointment-groaning-whining, I suggested some scoopage at Super Scoop on our way home, because what says “Come sit by the fire and get all warm and cozy” better than good ‘ol homemade ice cream?
Incidentally, I’m thinking Jamba Juice would go better in that space. Somebody has to put one in there before we sell our house.