summer nights

We went out for ice cream tonight. Hubby said it was either go work out or do something fun with his family. My head hurt too bad for working out, but I thought maybe ice cream would help me feel better. Chocolate is the cure-all, right??

So we grabbed our little coupon card and went to Maggie Moo's. Summer had a dance intensive tonight so we made a little detour to get her picked up first. SuperGirl's hiphop teacher works at Maggie Moo's and she was hoping.hoping.hoping Miss Connie would be there. She was not disappointed... but she WAS very shy. The minute we walked in, she got super quiet and wouldn't even talk to Miss Connie! The most we could get out of her was a little wave. It was really cute...

Five ice creams later we all sat down to eat at a little table in the corner. Summer had her usual, mint chocolate chip. Pickles had chocolate with sprinkles. Hubby and I each had a large bowl of yummy-ness. And SuperGirl had blue cotton candy with M&M's. (Gross.) This was the blue ice cream. You know which one I'm talking about... blue. BLUE! By the time we were all done, we were joking that SuperGirl had bluetooth. (Oh, what a bad joke...)

We enjoyed the time together, catching up on what's new at the dance studio (this was Summer's first dancing of the summer) and how everyone was. The talk turned to friends and school and the like. Hubby was telling Summer how neat it would be to be a college freshman her senior year. He was really talking it up until he realized she'd only be 17 and going to college.

His next comment was something along the lines of, "I don't know if I want my 17 year old daughter going to class with a bunch of college guys..." I was thinking much the same thing, though she will likely be doing that as she is a year ahead in many subjects!

And SuperGirl, sweet, to the point, not one to mince words, SuperGirl, put it all in perspective when she asked, "Why, Daddy? Do you think the boys will want to kiss her?"

Really... can someone please tell me where she comes up with this stuff?