Der Deutscher and I took JBP to Cold Stone Creamery for some yummy ice cream for dessert this evening.
After eating about half of his serving of mint ice cream with marshmallows mixed in, JBP decided he was done because he was too cold. He then proceeded to climb into my lap and curl up into a ball.
True proof this child really is mine (as if there were ever any doubts).
The one thing I've been teased for (by everyone!) over the years is that it can be 110 degrees out and if I eat a single scoop of ice cream, I'm freezing.
Nimitz' Lady
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