My girls spent the morning asking me for squirrel ice cream. Believe me when I tell you that I had no idea what they were talking about. After a couple hours, Megan finally elaborated.
"You know, squirrel ice cream....when the colors are mixed together."
SWIRLED ice cream. Got it. I wasn't about to go hunting down a tree-dwelling rodent anyway, but it's nice to know that you don't actually want me to.
Friday, January 28, 2011
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