Yesterday morning, at church, my friend Mindy, in her sweetest Indiana accent ever (totally made up, there's no such thing as an Indiana accent), told me she didn't really get my post from Friday about Sadie thinking a snack wasn't actually eating.
Sometimes, the things I think are sarcastic and funny aren't actually sarcastic and funny but, instead might appear as though I am promoting some sort of eating disorder in my child. I swear I'm not unless teaching her that the best way to round out an apple is by slicing it, putting it between two pieces of bread slathered with peanut butter and grilling the whole thing until it's all warm and melty and delicious.
And as I read that back, I realize that Mindy may be onto something.
And speaking of health, have I ever mentioned my childrens' affection for the Slurpee? They can't get enough and driving past a 7-Eleven with them in the car on a hot afternoon is enough to send me to the funny farm.
Is there such a thing as a funny farm? Does everyone think it's funny or would it just be me, kind of like Friday's post?
Anyway, Saturday night officially marked the beginning of summer with a trip to Aunt's Stella's Shaved Ice. It's kind of a Dallas institution located in a little neighborhood in Oak Cliff, and they're only open three days a week, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
It's the one treat that outshines the Slurpee in my kids' eyes. Our favorite flavor is Beetle which is some crazy concoction none of us can identify but don't really care. There's always a line but the sno-cones are definitely worth the wait and everyone just smiles and chats and sometimes debates the very best flavor.
And the gentleman in this picture is actually very nice and friendly, not scary at all and certainly not about to shake his fist and yell, "GET OFF MY LAWN!!!", like the photo might suggest.
Anyway, if you're in Dallas, make a point to go. If you're not, come visit and I'll take you but you have to be here before 9:00pm because that's when they stop serving and there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Mostly by me.