As Tate's personality emerges more and more every day, his many quirks acquired from his parents are starting to shine through. One of my favorites is his love of delectable items; namely ice cream and chocolate. There is a fast-food joint out here call Culver's that serves frozen custard. It is delicious and more friendly on the pocket book than the other wonderful ice cream shop. Word on the street (well word from my Wisconsin born friend) is that custard is different because it is made with eggs. I don't want to do the homework to check if that's true, but it is yummy! We took Tate there about a month ago and he LOVED sharing my shake with me. He would dip his blue spoon in and out savoring each morsel that got in his mouth. I think I was wearing about as much as he ate, but his happiness was worth it! Thank goodness for washing machines. A week later I went to Culver's with some friends and upon returning home deposited my empty cup in the garbage which now resides on our counter top. The next morning as Tate was sitting in his high chair, eating his squashed banana, he spied the Culver's cup. He was NOT happy. My little man knew what he missed out on and made sure I knew he wasn't happy about it. It was the same kind of reaction I would give to Josh if he got ice cream without me! We promptly took the garbage out. I was grateful Tate is still easily distracted. Lesson Learned - share ice cream or be more sneaky with hiding the remains.
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