Here on the Surface of the Sun

...we try to keep cool by going anywhere that involves swimming, air-conditioning or ice cream.

So the other day I took the rug rats to a delightful little ice cream shoppe. Their cones are cylindrical in shape due to the old-fashioned scoop they use. Delightful.

Dennis requested Rainbow Sherbet.

And I requested he hold still for another picture so I could capture the checkered floors. Although I wished I had dressed them a little more whimsical for the occasion, but I think that might be asking too much of myself. Maybe another day.

Miss B had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.

Mr. C also asked for Rainbow Sherbet.

Q didn't get one of his own...

...but he screamed, squealed, lunged and grabbed until he got half of my scrumptious Coconut Pineapple cone.

Here I am wrestling/feeding him while trying to contain the other three munchkins and take pictures of the event with sticky-ice-cream fingers. No easy task, I tell you.

There was also a collection of old time candies to tempt the youngsters... particularly candy whistles which brought me right back to my childhood summers and oddly remind me of cut-offs and dirt roads, I don't know why...but they do, and vividly. Anyway, I could only convince Dennis to get one, the others chose a Snickers and something else ordinary.

Upon opening the little treasure and testing it out, the other two were a little mournful of their choices and had to try it out. Mother knows best, eh?!

It was a hit and I was the grandest mom for a moment....and then the shrill shriek of the candy whistle got the best of me on the ride home and I finally had to demand for a ceasing of the whistling. Which makes me wonder how my parents survived all those summer days with candy whistles...