It's no secret that Brendon and I love our weekly blizzards from Dairy Queen. "Date night" as we call it, equates to small blizzards while we watch crap TV after the kids are in bed (it's the little pleasures in parenthood). I used to tell Brendon that I felt so scandalous, consuming these little bits of Heaven without the girls around. So this past summer, we finally ordered them their own vanilla soft serve. The result? Life changing! You're welcome DQ, for the two new addicts.
They are shockingly good at sharing this treat.
"I hold it for you Aliyah Biyah".
Her happy ice cream face.
Now the silliness begins...
Here it comes...
Sugar High!!!
Ali: what's wrong with sissy?
Ali: OK! I'll join the party!