Last night, the husband and I decided to treat the kids to something special. We told them we were going out for dinner and then piled in the Green Machine, and headed out. Knowing nothing about out destination, the van was filed with an air of surprise.
There were the usual questions about McDonalds and “King Burger” but none of them were expecting Rita’s. As we pulled into the parking lot, the entire back seat (all 3 rows of it) retired in squeals of delight. Listening to their happy little voices chatter on about what kind of treat they were getting, I realized something: sometimes, ice cream for dinner is just the right thing.
This dinner wasn’t healthy by any means, but it was perfect. It’s been so got here lately, and living in an apartment has not helped. These poor kids have basically been house bound for over a week with the exception if a brief trip to the library and an awesome bbq on the Fourth. Now, don’t get me wrong; those were both great, but they don’t make up for all the other days of being told it’s just too hot to play outside. So, thanks to some awesome gift cards from Aunt Eileen at Christmas, we were finally able to give the kiddies a cool little treat and some much needed time outside the walls of Le. Rheims.
Oh, and we took them to a new-to-them playground to enjoy it. You didn’t actually think I gave 5 children free rein to eat ice cream in my
baby van, did you?