This evening, Miles marched into the kitchen. "I want to go in the ice cream shop," he declared in no uncertain terms. "Who said anything about getting ice cream?" I asked. "MILES," he answered. ...we did not go to the ice cream shop.
Tag: ice cream shop
Year 3, Day 157
In a move that will come as no surprise to regular readers, Miles woke up insisting that we obtain ice cream today. Hey, I can think of worse Friday night rituals!
