End Of An Era- Bye, Bye Baby Cones?

After dinner and much fussing, Mommy reached into her Mary Poppins bag and found a one way ticket to a girls only walk on Main Street. So, for the first time ever we trooped on down to Main Street and walked from ice cream place to the fire house and back. NO STROLLER in sight! Of course, we both walked on the brick flower bed thingies.  I'm pretty sure I have a future in gymnastics because I barely fell off the 'balance beam'.

Then, we celebrated with much ice cream. How much ice cream?  Well, not as much as we wanted. When Grandma was here there was a slight mix up and we ended up with the kiddie cones that are two mega sized scoops on a cone instead of the measly mellon ball scooper sized ice cream cones Mommy has been telling us is the greatest gift since sliced bread. When Mommy presented us with our cones we just about cried because the grass really is greener in kiddie cone land. Samantha even looked up at Mommy and asked if she could get kiddie cones when she turns four. Mommy wasn't keen on the idea and we took a vote that she is just plain wrong.

Totally hosed in the ice cream department, if you ask me. And Samantha. And anyone looking at this picture....

Guess who finally relented and said we could start getting bigger cones.  I could barely believe it but Samantha perked up right away.

On the way home Mommy turned on NPR.  She is just plain obsessed with NPR.

Silly Samantha sayings continues with this gem:

"Mommy, please turn the radio off, it's hurting my throat. Actually, it's hurting my neck. Yeah, the noise is hurting my neck."