He may look like, smile like, laugh like, and joke like Curtis…
…but he loves his ice cream like his Momma!
We let Ande dig into the ice cream carton last night after dinner.
Probably not the best habit to introduce at such a young, impressionable age.
He loves ice cream as much as I do, which if you don’t know me, that’s a lot!
If we have it in the freezer, then I will have it pretty much every night.
I can’t even write a blog post about ice cream without wanting some (I just had a bowl about 2 minutes ago).
On his first birthday, Ande had ice cream for the first time and squealed with delight.
For his birthday party, we had some chocolate cake for him, and he hated it.
Anyways, here is some evidence of the magnitude of his love for the cold, creamy treat:
The funniest part is that he doesn’t quite say “ice cream” correctly.
It comes out sounding more like “A** cream” and Curtis and I think it’s hilarious.
(He also calls the “trash can” the “A** can”)
I know, we shouldn’t be laughing.
We are still working on being mature parents!