We walked over to DQ after dinner tonight.
Nate and Andy both got cones dipped in sprinkles.
On the walk back Chris picked Andy up to run across the street. The bouncing made Andy drop his cone.
On the sidewalk.
Upside down.
Sprinkles everywhere.
Andy began to cry.
Nate says, " BOY, I'M SURE GLAD THAT WASN'T MINE!"
Chris and I just looked at each other and laughed.
It was too innocent to be malicious.
Chris salvaged the base of the cone and the ice cream that was in that. Andy looked at the pathetic offer of a cone and took it.
"Tee tu" (Thank you)
A few minutes after we got home. Nate gave Andy his ice cream cone.
I have such great kids.
