Getting the scoop

Yesterday my mom picked us up early from school for our ice cream date with Miss Linda, who runs the front desk at our school -- another of our big wins from the school raffle.

After carefully considering our options, I chose the dark chocolate and Rowan went with cotton candy. I don't even think that Rowan knows what cotton candy is, but it was an electric shade of blue and her tights were a pristine shade of white, so she was like, "Sold!"

We had plans to meet our friends at the park immediately afterwards, but we arrived a little later than anticipated because we had to go home and put our clothes right in the washing machine.

My mom says that being too filthy to go to the park is a sure sign that a good time was had by all.