We were discouraged, so we took a walk. A walk that ended at the ice cream parlor.
The Kid drank deeply from his sprinkle cone, and what began as a tiny little ice cream 'stache quickly morphed into a full-face beard of sugar and cream.
Little Miss, meanwhile, batted her eyes at me and got a taster of "sweet cream" ice cream. She then batted those very same eyes at her dada and got an all-she-could-eat mouthful of his key lime pie. (Wrapped around those tiny little fingers, much?)
And then the Kid started running around me in circles, threatening to rub his ice cream beard on my shirt, so we decided it was time to head home for baths. With a detour to the park first. Because we had to add some dirt to the sticky or it wouldn't have been right.
Fun times, fun times! ;)