Friday night is typically ice cream for dessert night. As you can imagine, it is a big deal. My children loooove ice cream.
Last night my husband brought home Rocky Road ice cream. Unprecedented. The children were literally bouncing in their seats as he scooped it into their bowls. Occasionally they have chocolate ice cream. It's a super treat to have a marshmallow for dessert. Now they get both?!?
When your 2, 4 and 6 year olds are absolutely silent at the dinner table, you know they love the dessert they are eating. Only the pure bliss of being offered such decadence can cause this kind of silent communal eating behavior.
Papa, proud of himself for being the creator of this awesome experience, asked the crowd how they liked Rocky Road ice cream on a scale of 1 to 5. First he gave them a brief review of how to rate something on a scale and even offered criteria:
5 - it's the best ice cream ever
4 - it's excellent
3 - it's really good
2 - it's good
1 - I kind of like it
"One!" said Tulip (with a chocolate mustache, chin and cheeks to boot. plus, her ice cream was gone already)
"Two!" shouted Luna (um...she is two)
"Ten!" murmured Wolfie with a serious mouthful of ice cream ('nuff said)