It is so cute to watch them digging in to their little bowl of Christmas ice cream... one fist holding on to their bowls like we might change our minds and take them back; their other fist clasped in a strangle hold on the spoon just shoveling in the treat... eyes sparkle with the realization that this has LOTSA SUGAR and grins covered in chocolate and candy cane streaks spread wider and wider as the sugar hits the blood stream...
It is even funnier to watch Daddy as they eat... he spends the whole time giving me a disapproving look and mutter things like 'instant insanity in a bowl...toxic waste for dessert... smells like chemical soup in a cup...tastes like a candy store's dumpster exploding in your mouth'... (chuckle), he cracks me up! Note, he doesn't have the heart to take the treat away or throw out the carton in the freezer, so he isn't the big scrooge he pretends to be:)
TTFN
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hahaha :)
Some of my best Christmas memories are of treats. Treat bags from church, bowls of treats at Grandma and Grandpa's, raiding my mom and dad's box of Pot Of Gold for the giant milk chocolate in the middle before anyone else gets to it (and making it a priority to learn to read young so I could decifer the menu and not end up with a strawberry or orange cream!)....I could go on, and on, and on.... :)
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