Today we attended the ice cream workshop at Gorgeous Millie. Or, as I told my dad, I went to the ice cream factory. I had a grand time making the ice cream and an even better time playing. As usual, I was able to earn some one-on-one time with the instructor so I could tell her about my favorite flavor. She had a multi-color set of measuring cups so it was important for her to know that my dad's favorite color is blue (probably not true) and that my best color is orange (also not entirely true). After the ice cream was ready, there were a variety of toppings to sprinkle on my sundae.
Here is a photo of me enjoying the fruits of my labor. Though I once loved ice cream more than anything, I am not terribly interested in it anymore. My mom once bought a less good flavor of Ben and Jerry's and that ruined my life. My mom loved the ice cream today. very creamy, she said.
When we got home, I had no interest in napping. But I had a raging sweet tooth so we had to make peanut butter cookies. Then I ruined my dinner because I ate 1/4 jar of organic (unsweetened) peanut butter - straight out of the jar.
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