The other day I was in the mood for a dipped cone from DQ (we call it Gramma Sue's ice cream, since it's her favorite). We went through the drive through, and I got one for Kendall and for myself. It was a bit much, but Kendall did pretty good. I was in a care-free mood that day and didn't care that she was eating ice cream (in a CONE!) in the car. I guess my neurosis was still on vacation. After we pulled into the driveway, I decided that since Pige was so good on the way home (she didn't cry at all that she didn't get what Kendall had) I gave her my cone, on which the ice cream was basically cone-high. She went to town. She gobbled that up like it was the last cone on the planet. And she was happy about it too:
After she got a taste of it, she wanted Kendall's when we got inside, and her sister shared!
Um, ok, give it back now...
She wasn't too happy that she had to give it back.
When they won't share clothes or makeup or whatever, I'm going to bust out these pictures.
Then she tried to escape with it! Ha!
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