Ice Cream in the Heat

The summer heat hasn't slowed me down any. I'm still very interested in playing outside for as long as mom and dad will let me. Even yesterday I wanted to stay outside and it hit 93 deg (beating the old record of 92 deg set in 1950).

On Sunday evening mom, grandma, and I went out for ice cream. I've always had ice cream in a dish in the past, but this time I wanted a big dipped waffle cone with sprinkles. Mom downsized me to a regular kiddie size, but she still let me indulge in my first ice cream cone experience!

It was very good. About half way through I informed those present that I liked the cone the best, but by the end it was the ice cream I was licking up and enjoying the most.

Unfortunately, we ate it in 90 degree heat. I'm use to taking my time and enjoying my food but mom kept tactfully pressing me to "lick here" and "bite here" and "don't crush the cone." I didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about. After all, as we left, one of the other customers declared our ice cream outing to be a hit. "Any time the mom and child both leave with chocolate stains all down their shirts it must have been a success."