Frocolate, of course!*

We had a dinner out with some Fish & Hen friends on Friday night at Mongolian BBQ.

After dinner, we went to Kilwins to get some ice cream – the girls went in the store with all the kids, while the husbands stood outside scheming about how to go to the bar down the street for some “car bombs“…so the guys left, and took our friend’s 3.5 mo old twins with them. I guess that when they got to the bar, there were no seats outside so the bouncer was trying to usher them inside. One of Rick’s friends had to explain the dilemma that they had the babies with them and that all they wanted was four car bombs for the four guys. Feeling sympathetic, they let the guys stand in the outdoor seating area to do their drinks and as they walked past a table of three girls, one of the girls said “WHAT are those guys DOING???”

Meanwhile – this is what was happening in the ice cream shop:

She didn’t get a speck of chocolate ice cream on her white sweater, and I successfully got the chocolate off the collar of her shirt. Go me.

*The story behind “Frocolate, of course!” – when my sister was born, I was sent to visit my aunt & uncle for a few days. We went to go get ice cream with my cousins and when they asked me what flavor I wanted, I said “Frocolate, of course!” – as if there was any other flavor. Now that I’m grown up, I know about peanut butter & chocolate ice cream, which really is the best ever. That is the flavor Mallory is inhaling in the above picture.