Ice Cream

We were east of the mountains this past weekend.  Our tradition is to go get Elke’s Ice Cream after dinner on saturday nights…and most days during the week, if we’re there for any extended period of time.  In this case, it happened to be before dinner, but after a basket of shared fries.

Hey, it was saturday afternoon and we were at a beer tasting. We were simply trying to support the local economy. No judgement.

Annie asked if she could order ice cream.  Real, dairy full ice cream.  Usually she’s stuck with a snow cone.  It’s so not the same.

I said, “It’s your body.  You just have to be prepared to handle the consequences” (It gives her reflux)


She was pretty proud of herself and no reflux to date.  WHAT????

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