Every once in a while, and likely more often as the weather gets hotter, the kiddos get to go to sweet frog. It’s pretty magical.
Mox gets to pick two toppings and keen just is amazed to be a part of it.
Tag: ice cream
Know who takes ice cream (frozen yogurt) seriously? Moxie.
She knows the ice cream (frozen yogurt) store, she walks in announcing to the whole place what flavor she wants. Tonight she came in yelling “vanilla” and then “chocolate” (the only two flavors she knows). So she got a small cup with a small pile of chocolate (that she immediately licked). Then she got
to pick her toppings. She chose her “favorites” (note: dirt would be her favorite if it was multicolored and on the set of options for toppings). She got gummy bears, gummy fish (just one), coconut, and rainbow sprinkles. Pretty amazing.
As part of the process of getting to know her new school Silver Spring Day School hosted an ice cream social–complete with ice cream. Moxie’s mind was blown. Even more mind blowing: her Bibi and Babu showed up to join the party. Mind. Blown.
She was really, really, really into the sprinkles. Like crazy into them.
Strider got tapped to be the Class Scheduler for the Rolling 2s (Moxie’s class) and thus has to go early to help with things, set up, talk to people, and send emails. I think he is doing a super good job at it and it meant that Moxie got a head start on the ice cream consumption.
When Bibi and Babu rolled in it got crazy. Moxie saw them and started jumping and yelling “Ice Cream! Bibi! Babu!” over and over again. She has a good life. She got to play with her new classmates and now has a permanent positive association with her teacher. Ms. Cathy=ice cream. Well played teacher. Well played.
Stider doesn’t want to do anything for Father’s Day. At least that what he says. Mox an so twisted his arm a bit and got lunch. Oh and also Dairy Queen. Behold the road side picnic where we celebrate Moxie’s fabulous dad and watch her enjoy her first ice cream cone.
This is just after she has her first tiny taste. Huge smile. But then she gets serious.
No more time for smiles. Only eating. No mentions of trucks, buses, or bikes as they pass. Only slurping that Dairy Queen goodness.
Jobs well done. For Strider being amazing and for Mox for destroying a cone of vanilla soft serve.
Also: happy happy Father’s Day to Moxie’s two grandpas. Both taught us so much about being parents. Both of then included a healthy amount of ice cream in our diets. Really this is all about tradition.