To my husband, who is more than half way across the country and sad because he misses "stuff:"
This morning, after two trips to the grocery store to assemble ingredients to make this again this year (only maybe we can keep it from sliding this time), and some very frantic searching for all the parts for two ice cream makers (because one doesn't make enough ice cream for all of us), and a fruitless search for Katie's "matching" Fourth of July dress, and one cranky Mama-- all before 10:00-- Nicholas said:
What kind of ice cream are we making?
Me: We're making vanilla.
Nicholas: Vanilla? We're going through all of this for plain, old vanilla?
Me: No, vanilla with raspberries and blueberries to make a flag.
Nicholas: Wouldn't it be easier to just go to Costco and buy a cake?
Patrick: Yes, but that's not the tradition. The tradition is to do all this other stuff.
So, how's your day going?