Click. “It’s probably illegal what you’re doing Mama, ” he whispered to me. “It’s okay, baby. Sometimes when you are a proud mama bear, it’s okay to bend the rules a wee bit.” Click. “I really hope you don’t get arrested. That would really spoil Emily’s night. Also, we wouldn’t…
We had a mostly uneventful drive home from Virginia. Mostly we discussed all of the stops we usually make (Read: bribes) that we couldn’t make along the way because of Passover. Ice cream? Nope. Doughnuts? No. Boxes of cookie crisp at our usual Target detour? No can do-sville. “But what can…
It’s amazing how I never really thought about ice cream. That is, of course, until I was told that my nut allergy meant that I couldn’t eat about 99.9% of the world’s ice cream. Adorable ice cream shops in small towns? Nope. Baskin Robbins? Forget about it. Any ice cream…
