Several years ago, I heard a mom say that during the summer they have ice cream sundaes for Sunday dinner. I thought it sounded fun, but Michael, the family chef, did not. Since he's out of town for the week, I decided today would be a perfect time to try it.
The kids have been counting down the days ever since the ice cream entered the house.
I made sure we all had a healthy breakfast and lunch, and then I made brownies. For dinner, we had brownie sundaes with two kinds of ice cream, hot fudge sauce, butterscotch, and whipped cream. Sugar shock hit me two bites in, and I went in search of the leftover pasta salad. After that, I spent an hour lying on the couch.
NB and LW ate their small first helping and made it half-way through their seconds. NB then made himself a roast beef sandwich.
IM and EM asked for thirds, but when I said no they also scrounged up something healthy.
I learned two things today. One, this is not a new family tradition. Two, there are limits to my sweet tooth.
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I bet your kids will remember their "cool" mom though! It sounds like a fun experiment.
Coolest. Mom. Ever.
I'm in no position to say, "told you so," as my ice cream consumption since I got to the island has been shocking.
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