Recipe
Last night we decided to stop on the way home for some ice cream. I was on the phone with my father, and passed it off to Alex so she could say hello. At some point, he asked her where we were going, and she told him our destination. I assume he then asked her if we were making it from scratch, because she told him, “No, we’re going to drive through and get it.”
“Do you know how to make ice cream?”
“Sure I do. You go to the fridgerator and you get out the box… then you put the scoopy thing in the box, then you put it on the cone!”
I’m so proud.