I don't know how the summer slipped away without a trip to Ben and Jerry's. We capitalized on a quiet evening and an early dinner and headed over for a quick cone. At eighteen months, I snapped the best pictures of Jack slowly eating his first cone while the chocolate dripped all over his white shirt (even after oxyclean, that shirt was never the same). Better late than never, tonight Mae experienced her first Ben and Jerry's cone (I wisened up and chose vanilla for her). Her brother talked her into sharing several licks and most of the sugarcone. 
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