We went to church on Sunday and snuck a round of mini golfing in as our last day of summer activity. Dada won, naturally, as the rest of us hit plenty of screwy balls that teeter around the rim of the cup and spin off to another side. Of course, then the kids are clamoring about "being bad" just one more time before school starts, and who are we to turn down ice cream? So this happened. Yes, it was dinner. Don't judge. It was delicious and they ate every bite. When else does THAT happen?
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