Last night we told The Mayor and The Rooster that they could have ice cream after dinner.
"I want to have an ice cream picnic," Rooster told us.
K and I had no idea what she was talking about.
Ice cream picnic?
We scratched our heads.
It was a dreary, grey rainy evening. Surely she didn't want to go outside.
We wondered what she could mean.
Neither of us could recall ever taking her on a picnic or even reading a story about a picnic.
Two year olds... who knows what goes on in their heads?!!
Finally, K said,
"Roo, Mommy and Daddy don't know what you mean. What is an ice cream picnic?"
She rolled her eyes and said,
"I want. to eat ice cream. on the floor. and sit. on. a. blanket."
And, despite the mental slowness of the parents, The House of Joy Ice Cream Picnic tradition was born.
Good idea, Roo.