Ice Cream Unsocial
After the park we stopped by a burger joint in Fairfax where the kids were less than well-behaved, especially Porter who saw a monster truck toy and was unable to concentrate on anything else. He wouldn’t even eat his hot dog, which he’d asked for. We almost left but when Sarah told him he had to eat his hot dog or he couldn’t have an ice cream cone. Well that did the trick. Motivation is the name of the game.

Porter attacks his ice cream.

And Alice may be following in her brother’s footsteps as she enjoys a lick of my chocolate cone.





















