tonight for dessert, we broke out the vanilla ice cream. yum-o. patrick had his with blueberries, i had mine with a sprinkle of cinnamon sugar.
i tried a bite and knew patrick would love it, so i popped a taste into his mouth.
he sits down beside me and tells me he wants to have a bowl of ice cream with cinnamon sugar.
"pop yours in the freezer and grab a new one," i suggest, "we can eat that one tomorrow."
"uh, no," he shakes his head. takes a bite. mulls it over. then continues: "i just want you to know i'm totally okay with having two bowls of ice cream for dessert."
best. husband. ever.