Today Kris picked up Don and they resurrected a tradition from her childhood - sharing a banana split together.
I ensured that there would be a photo memory by reminding Kris to take a picture of the sweet treat and a picture of her and daddy. What she brought home to me was evidence of her forgetting. The one picture she took was the empty dish. Oh well.
I gave her the eye. You know the one. The one that says "really?". "Really!!?" Her excuse? Daddy was talking the whole time. Okay, as Don would say - any excuse is better than no excuse at all.
At home, Don spot-treated his shirt with stain remover (chocolate ice cream) and changed. He licked his lips, happily enjoy some remains and settle down on the loveseat resting his hand on his very satisfied tummy. Hmmmm, good.