Earache (of epic proportions to hear her tell of it).
Missed tennis camp.
1.5 hours later: swimmer's ear diagnosis.
HEB trip for groceries.
Leftover lunch. Late.
Then, and then...snow cones.
Half price during happy hour.
Grape for her, pink lemonade for me.
Hers came with a gumball on top.
Wednesday was suddenly looking up.
(which she has down pat)
She declared we should do this every. single. day. until summer is over.
I declared once a week would be plenty.
She countered with twice a week.
I just smiled and slurped a spoonful of my snow cone.
It's tough negotiating with a 7 3/4 year old.