My husband and I have a secret stash..After the kids go to bed we tip toe like two teenagers raiding their parents liquor cabinet into the garage..In the outside freezer behind the large bag of frozen broccoli (Right now your thinking..Damn what a great hiding place no kid would grab for broccoli) is a large gallon of cookie dough ice cream. Giggling we sneak into the kitchen and scoop two large bowls..smother them in spinkles and whip cream . We try to be quiet..Even the faintest clinking of spoons will awake our two year old like a rooster at 4 a.m…..First, you know we lecture them about eating healthy..tonight they ate granola bars . We can’t be hypocrites . Second who can truly enjoy a bowl of ice cream when you are hearing a chorus of voices whining…Mommy can I have a bite? Are those rainbow sprinkles? Mommy let me lick your spoon. Daddy can I taste yours?? AHHH!!!! (me screaming) So for now this is our fix..our addiction..our being naughty… So g rated,, even a little sad..but a little slice of sanity in our house.
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